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gael-garcia · 4 months
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PALESTINE FILM INDEX
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Palestine Film Index is a growing list of films from and about Palestine and the Palestinian struggle for liberation, made by Palestinians and those in solidarity with them. The index starts with films from the revolutionary period (68 - 82) made by the militant filmmakers of the Palestine Film Unit and their allies, and extends through a multitude of voices to the present day. It is by no means a complete or exhaustive representation of the vast universe that is Palestinian cinema, but is only a small fragmentary list that we hope nontheless can be used as an instrument of study & solidarity. As tools of knowledge against zionist propaganda and towards Palestinian liberation.
The century long war against Palestinians by the zionist project is one waged not only militarily but also culturally. The act of filmmaking, preservation, and distribution becomes an act against this attempted cultural erasure of ethnic cleansing. The power inherent in this form as a weapon against the genocidal project of zionism is evidenced in the ways it has been historically & currently targeted by the occupation forces: from the looting & stealing of the Palestine Cinema Institute archives during the siege of Beirut in 1982, through the long history of targeted assassinations of Palestinian filmmakers, journalists, artists, & writers (from PFU founder Hani Jawharieh, to Ghassan Kanafani, Shireen Abu Akleh, Refaat Alareer, and the over 100 journalists killed in the currently ongoing war on Gaza).
It is in this spirit of the use of film and culture as a way of focusing & transmitting information & knowledge that we hope this list can be used as one in an assortment of educational tools against hasbara (a coordinated and intricate system of zionist propaganda, media manipulation, & social engineering, etc) and all forms of propaganda that is weaponized against the Palestinian people. Zionist media & its collaborators remain one of the most effective fronts of the war, used to manufacture consent through deeply ingrained psychological manipulation of the general public agency. Critical and autonomous thought must be used as a tool of dismantling these frameworks. In this realm, film can play a vital roll in your toolkit/arsenal. Film must be understood as one front of the greater resistance. We hope in some small way we can help to distribute these manifestations of Palestinian life and the struggle towards liberation.
This list began as small aggregation to share among friends and comrades in 2021 and has since expanded to the current and growing form (it is added to almost every day). We have links for through which each film can be viewed along with descriptions, details such as run time, year, language, etc. We also have a supplemental list of related materials (texts, audio, supplemental video) that is small but growing. We have added information on contacts for distributors and filmmakers of each film in order to help people or groups who are interested in using this list to organize public screenings of these films. The makers of this list do not control the rights to these films and we strongly urge those interested in screening the works to get in touch with the filmmaker or distributors before doing so. This list was made with best intentions in mind, and in most cases with permission of filmmaker or through a publically available link, but if any film has mistakenly been added without the permission of a filmmaker involved and you would like us to remove it, or conversely if you are a filmmaker not included who would like your film to be added, or for any other thoughts, suggestions, additions, subtractions, complaints or concerns, please contact us at [email protected]. No one involved in this list is doing it as a part of any organization, foundation or non-profit and we are not being paid to do this, it is merely a labor of love and solidarity. From the river to the sea, Palestine
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eldritchravens · 4 months
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WHAT IS HAPPENING
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SO THIS IS WHY CLOWN POSTED A TON OF STUFF ON THEIR KOFI. SOMETHING IS HAPPENING.
So a few weeks ago some light changes had been made to the Welcome Home website and everyone, including me, was extremely confused right? There seemed to be a number of commands scattered across the site like "Write Hello." or "Write OK."
Everyone lost their damn minds because it was extremely confusing and nothing we tried worked! And no wonder nothing worked, because these messages weren't for us, they were for Wally!
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LIKE??! OH MY GOD???
At first I thought these messages were from Wally to us. Turns out, these messages were from whoever is managing this website for Wally to read and respond to. You know what this means? At least one person in the Welcome Home Restauration Project is starting to realise Wally is there, seeping through the site, and this person is attempting to communicate with him!
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When I tell you reading this gave me goosebumps... Good lord something really important is happening there. Wally is responding to the person managing the website. And this person is realizing that something is very, very wrong.
The barrier between our reality and Wally's reality is slowly breaking. Fiction is seeping into our world.
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AND THIS??? JESUS CHRIST.
I'm not sure why, but this right there made my skin crawl. The fact that Wally can just... demolish the laws of reality and flip an illustration on a website to show the "behind the scenes"... Where the illustration ISN'T SUPPOSED TO HAVE A FLIP SIDE. IT'S A 2D DRAWING. He could have just flipped the image normally, but no, he litterally showed us what was behind the curtain. That shouldn't even be possible. It's terrifying. I am confused, fascinated, amazed and terrified at the same time.
This is all I managed to find so far, let me know if other things have been discovered!
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comic-sans-spotted · 5 months
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I thought you might enjoy my exhibits (at the Vintage Computer Festival: West, in Mountain View, CA.)
I specifically picked Comic Sans for the banners, because for most people it's just a reasonable readable font, but for the kind of font nerds who hate it, it's a big SCREW YOU. It's the perfect troll: it only annoys the people who should be annoyed with it, and it's invisible to everyone else.
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happyheidi · 5 months
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𝖲𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝖬.𝖢.𝖠𝗋𝗍
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shittysawtraps · 9 months
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Hi, ray ting here
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Saw patrol
you've heard of barbenheimer, now get ready for SAW PATROL
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cordspaghetti · 2 months
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there is a play called hurricane diane that is about dionysus as a butch landscaper coming to the new jersey suburbs and seducing housewives into agreeing to biodiverse lawns. the theater i work at is putting it on this year its nuts. not sure if someone has already told you about this
oh my god ❓❓❓❤️❓
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flipomatic · 1 year
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“Did you... just think something, but didn’t say it?”
“That can’t be what this is about.”
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barzyhughes · 4 months
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i love this <3
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cam-b-soup · 5 months
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Oh my god, James Somerton’s career is falling apart after Hbomberguy’s video, and -
LOOK!
Here comes Todd in the Shadows with a Steel Chair!!!
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frownyalfred · 1 year
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I’m SOBBING this guy on tiktok acted out my post and it’s INCREDIBLE
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absolutebloodychaos · 1 month
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Big news for boos in Australia
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coline7373 · 8 days
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tomeebear04 · 1 month
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i hate tom
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hate tom? i think you might BE tom
i award you lvl 30 tomposter status
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you definitely have me beat
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lililovesthings · 8 months
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Can't cope with the details...
Just small observation with this scene.
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Aziraphale brings his hand down - drawing power from heaven (Up) Crowley brings his hand up - drawing power from hell (Down) AND it's like they balance and meet in the middle. Not really sure what to do with this but this is what happens when fanbys make fan shows for fan people....
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zensations35 · 2 months
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Hello,
I hope this ask finds you well.
I'm a bit of a lurker on here, and, well, that Alastor fic had me weak in the knee. (I'm sure that was the intended effect, but I had to tell you)
As I haven't got a blog on here yet, I thought I'd pop into the askbox anonymously to show my appreciation with a gift of my own - a snippet from something I happen to be working on featuring everyone's favourite Radio Demon. If/When I get brave enough to do so, I shall make my presence known and let you know I wrote it.
Yours,
~ Writer Anon 
Radio Silence
“Gooood morning, Alastor!” came the chirping voice of Charlie Morningstar as she twirled into the Radio Demon’s quarters, her eyes bright and her mood, as usual, higher than everyone else in Hell put together.
Alastor was still asleep, which was weird - he was up by nine, every morning, without fail.
Charlie glanced at the clock on the wall, which had just ticked by 9:04.
On the one hand, Alastor would probably kill her for what she was about to do. But she supposed her greatest weakness was caring too much about her friends...
She approached Alastor's bed, its red satin sheets glimmering in the soft light.
Charlie realised she'd never actually seen Alastor look so... peaceful. His face was more relaxed than she'd ever known it, not bearing the strained grin it did while he was awake.
She also realised she'd never seen him quite this pale, save for a slight flush on his cheeks, and a reddish tinge to his small, pointed nose.
Charlie gave Alastor a gentle shake in an attempt to rouse him - she knew he wasn't dead, she could hear him breathing.
He didn't budge.
“Oh,” she muttered, “Um... Husk! We need a wake-up call for the Radio Demon!” she called; surely as the princess of Hell (and hotel manager to boot) she should do something boss-like, and this included delegating tasks to someone who she thought would be best at it.
She’d forgotten, though, that Husk was a cranky little bastard in the mornings, and he made it everyone’s problem.
“Al, you’d better be fuckin’ dead in there,” Husk snarled as he kicked the door in, “or I swear to God-”
“Alright, alright, I’m up,” Alastor stirred, slowly sitting up in bed. 
Charlie was surprised, for a few reasons.
Firstly, she’d expected Alastor to be one of those people that snaps bolt upright when they wake.
And was it just her imagination, or was his voice awfully quiet today?
“Okay, Husk, maybe next time be a little more gentle,” Charlie smiled, but Husk was only half-listening. His face was one of utter confusion at Alastor's appearance.
Charlie looked Alastor over - he looked like he hadn’t slept a wink for the past fortnight. His bleary eyes moved slowly around the room, as though trying to make sense of his surroundings.
He rubbed them, and yawned, but it turned into a jagged cough.
Oh, Charlie thought, that would explain a lot.
“You look like shit,” Husk said.
“Hey,” Charlie turned to him, the faintest hint of a frown crossing her face for mere moments, “What Husk means is, you look really tired, Al, and we’re just a little concerned for you, is all.”
“Oh, please, I’m perfectly fine,” Alastor waved a hand lazily, “I simply... lost track of time reading last night...” Charlie winced at the strain in Alastor’s usually-flawless voice, and the dulled consonants that signified congestion. The brief sniffle Alastor gave only confirmed this.
“You’re sick,” Husk told him.
“Now, now, that was uncalled for,” Alastor’s eyes narrowed, “I know I’m hardly the most stable, but-”
“No, dumbass, you caught something, and you’re sick. Ill. Under the weather. Whatever the fuck they used to say in the 1930s,” Husk clarified.
“Excuse me, I am an Overlord,” Alastor looked affronted, but still that smile never left his face, “I do not succumb to such - to- to such- hhh-!” his words trailed off and his expression slackened, his narrow chest jumping with erratic hitches. He wrenched himself to the side as his eyes closed.
“Hehh’EITshhoo! Hh'EDT-shoo!” Alastor sneezed, doubling over at the waist, “H-hold on... Heh-HEITSHhhoo! Oh, gracious, excuse me...” he sighed, and Charlie and Husk could’ve sworn they heard the feedback of a microphone. 
Probably something to do with his radio powers, they reasoned.
“To such maladies,” Alastor finished.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Mister Overlord, I’m out,” Husk made to walk away, “Playin’ nurse to a radio host ain’t in my job description - or our contract.” He slammed the door behind him. Alastor closed his eyes again, massaging the bridge of his nose.
“Ohh, my head...” he murmured, “Can you please tell that... pathetic excuse for a bartender not to do that again?”
“I’ll tell him,” Charlie said, “Now, you stay here, I’ll let the others know you won’t be up today.”
“Not happening,” Alastor managed through a few coughs that scraped at his throat, “I have my radio show, and I can’t let my listeners down.”
Charlie considered this for a moment.
No-one, not even Lucifer himself, could get Alastor to skip his beloved radio show.
“Rest up till then, that way you’ll have more energy for the show,” she eventually settled on, “I’ll get Niffty to make you tea. Your show’s at seven, right?”
Alastor nodded.
“I’ll check on you in a while, go back to sleep if you need to, okay?” Charlie asked on her way out.
“Okay,” Alastor replied quietly. He figured he should probably save his voice; in life, he’d had a tendency to lose the ability to speak entirely when stricken with a head cold, and he hoped this hadn’t lingered now. 
But as he felt a scratchy, sandpaper-y sensation in his throat, he realised this was wishful thinking.
He flopped back down onto his pillows with a world-weary sigh.
Downstairs, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Niffty and Vaggie were waiting. 
Pentious looked at his pocket watch - Jesus, the guy was nearly as dated as Alastor - which now read ten minutes past nine.
“Guys, I’m worried about Charlie,” Vaggie finally said.
“You’re always worried about Charlie,” Angel told her, “If I know her, she should be down any minute...”
The door burst open.
But it wasn’t Charlie on the other side of it; it was Husk.
“Radio Demon’s sick, we’re fucked,” Husk said bluntly before heading behind the bar, for two reasons: to try and forget the absolute horror that had been Alastor of all people looking quite that dishevelled, and also because, well, alcohol was in hand sanitiser, right? So it stood to reason that a stiff drink would help prevent any sickness from arising. Yeah. That was why.
For good measure, he put a squeeze of orange juce in there too - he remembered having read somewhere that oranges helped keep the immune system in good shape.
Niffty’s eye twitched. She bolted from her spot to grab her cleaning materials and disinfect the living shit out of the hotel.
“Weirdos,” Angel tutted, “Oh, come on, not you too!” He snapped as he saw Pentious creep towards the door.
“Well, exssscuse me,” Pentious hissed, a look of disdain on his face, “but I have a reputation to uphold, and it wouldn’t do to fall ill and render myself vulnerable. So, goodbye.”
Charlie walked in right as Pentious left, looking highly confused. This bewilderment was amplified by Niffty immediately running up to her and giving her a generous helping of anti-bacterial spray, before scurrying off again.
Charlie's gaze wandered to the bar, where Husk was drumming his hand against the counter, his eyebrows knitted together in worry.
“How the fuck did I get landed with this bunch a’ freaks?” Angel wondered aloud, “I mean, what’s the problem? He’s probably just got a cold or somethin’, not the Black Death.”
“Because if whatever he’s got is strong enough to put an Overlord outta commission, who knows what it’d do to the rest of us?” Husk phrased it perfectly, pouring out a glass of fresh orange juice and sliding it across the bar to Charlie. She drank it, and thanked him.
“Husk, I appreciate your concern - and your juice - but I’m sure Alastor’s gonna be fine. Angel’s right-”
“Not a sentence I ever thought I’d hear,” Vaggie muttered.
“- he’s just a little under the weather, he’ll be over it in a few days,” Charlie finished.
Soooooo yeah wait and seeeeee
A N O N
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Okay, I hope it's okay for me to post this. I know you might have wanted to keep this private and I 100% will take it down if you want but I COULD NOT LIVE WITH MYSELF IF I DIDN'T SCREAM ABOUT IT SO
Anon. I literally NEED more of your writing. IT HAS SUSTAINED ME THIS NIGHT. I have to start by saying that. You don't have a BLOG?? MAKE ONE IMMEDIATLY PLS. I JUST. *grabby hands* Your portrayal of the characters made words fall out of my FUCKING FACE
Charlie's voice being higher than everyone else in Hell put together. -I FUCKING CACKLED
AND ALASTOR WHUMP?? IT'S LIKE YOU WERE LISTENING AND ANSWERED MY PRAYERS IS2G
“Radio Demon’s sick, we’re fucked,” oh MY GODS HE WOULD LITERALLY SAY THAT jesszzus I loved your Alastor/Husk interactions. 🤌
THE QUIP ABOUT PENTIOUS BEIGN AS DATED AS ALASTOR SENT ME AKJFDSHG
Seriously, I'm SO FUCKING HONORED you sent this to me and I fucking PRAY to our lord and savior vivziepop that you continue this story 🙏
Keep slaying anon <3 ILYSM
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worrywart-ish · 1 year
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if only for "nobody tried to kill you, you vainglorious buffoon", I'm going to need a decade's worth of knives out movies starring gay southerner detective daniel craig
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