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chaoticamelay · 14 days
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if the ineffable wives has thousand fans, I am one of them. if the ineffable wives have one fan, then it’s me. if the ineffable wives have zero fans, then I’m DEAD.
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chaoticamelay · 17 days
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i am simple,, i see the jewitches explainer on the three Israels come up on my blog,, and I reblog it again
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This post was voted on by our Patreon.
The first version of this was posted in 2020, back in the very start of our page. It was an important primer then and it is again now.
In any good English 101 course, you are taught to define terms before writing the rest of your paper. Understanding how misinformation is spread through conflation, confusion, and intentional ambiguity is vital and necessary.
As we have, in the last months, been exploring Christian Zionism on our page, we've seen the comments run into issues of confusion on this very topic.
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chaoticamelay · 17 days
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I love Matilda because it's a story about a child who sees injustice around her and gets mad about it and questions why things aren't fair, and instead of the ending being that she learns how the world works and that life isn't fair, she catapults one of the adults who abused her out of a building with her mind
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chaoticamelay · 20 days
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chaoticamelay · 2 months
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showing up to the "biggest queer nerd" competition and my opponent is aziraphale
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chaoticamelay · 2 months
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when your card declines in therapy and they make you watch Nelson v. Murdock without skipping everything but the flashbacks
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chaoticamelay · 2 months
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Reminder to top up any eSIMs you've had activated! They expire after a certain amount of time even if all the data hasn't been used so they need regular top-ups to stay active
In case you lost it - a link to the eSIM donation guide. Even if you feel sick and powerless, you can at least do this. And even if you really, really can't donate, you can always at least share this and remind others.
https://gazaesims.com/esim-purchase-tutorial/
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chaoticamelay · 2 months
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Canadians: there is a new House of Commons petition in support of Palestine! It is for Canada to reinstate funding to UNRWA and is open for signature by citizens/Canadian residents until March 13!
Petition e-4802 - Petitions (ourcommons.ca)
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chaoticamelay · 2 months
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Palestinian artist Basel El-Maqousi holds an art workshop for displaced children in Gaza.
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chaoticamelay · 2 months
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LINK TO THE SPREADSHEET
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chaoticamelay · 2 months
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Seen in "Vancouver" BC
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chaoticamelay · 2 months
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Queering the Map in Gaza and the West Bank
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chaoticamelay · 2 months
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Mirna El Helbawi just put out an update — right now the Gaza Esims email only has 500 esims left when they send out more than 3,000 esims daily. If you have not yet sent an E-sim, now is the time to do so.
To send an e-sim, refer to the information at https://gazaesims.com/
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(February 15, 2024)
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chaoticamelay · 2 months
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i always get slightly anxious when I read shit written by americans because the lack of u's is vaguely unsettling
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chaoticamelay · 2 months
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someone sees crowley using a cane for her chronic pain and tells her to "get well soon/have a full recovery" and she just goes "I won't but thank you :)" and smiles at them with too-sharp teeth and makes them uncomfortable until they stop commenting on random peoples disabilities
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chaoticamelay · 2 months
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I can’t stop thinking about Hind Rajab. 
I can’t stop thinking about a six year old girl sitting alone in the dark, in a car with the bodies of her dead family. 
I can’t stop thinking about how she would have watched her teenage cousin call the Red Crescent first, the two of them surrounded by her dead aunt, uncle, and cousins. That the last thing she ever heard from her cousin Layen was “The tank is next to me,” and more shooting, and she was the only survivor. How she probably had to take the phone out of her dead cousin’s hand. 
I can’t stop hearing her voice begging the Red Crescent to come save her, telling them she was scared, crying, for three hours. Hearing the background sounds of shooting. I can’t stop imagining how lost she must have felt when the phone line was cut and she was completely, utterly alone. 
I can’t stop thinking how she probably had a shred of hope that her waking nightmare would soon be over, because she asked an adult for help. That’s what little kids are supposed to do. How after three hours of torture, help was on the way. The Red Crescent finally got approval from the Israeli authorities to send an ambulance only for it to be bombed only a few metres from the car, killing the paramedics sent to rescue her. 
How she died alone, surrounded by the murdered bodies of her family, every second of her last hours  nothing but terror and anguish and pain. She was tortured before she was killed. How it took 12 days before they could find her body. What she would have been like when they did. 
She looks so small in the photos. She looks so proud wearing her graduation gown. Another, in a dress with purple ruffles and the flower crown. Her, standing with her hand on her hip, graphic tee and pink flower sunglasses. In that last photo, she reminds me of my younger cousin. She was a younger cousin. Her older cousin was killed in front of her. I am alive. 
She’s not. 
I’m sorry, Hind. I’m sorry you never got to finish practicing your handwriting in that little notebook. Your mother still has it, in the pink bag she was keeping for you. I’m sorry that the last few months of your life were so full of pain. I’m sorry that western media can’t figure out how to use active voice when speaking about your murder.  I’m sorry that you don’t get to turn seven. I’m sorry the world failed you. 
May your memory be a blessing. May your memory be a revolution. (What kind of world are we living in, if it isn’t?)
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chaoticamelay · 2 months
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i'm glad my parents didn't have a gender/sex reveal party for me... can you imagine how embarassing it'd be to look back and your kid isn't a boy/girl OR a male/female? literally 0/2
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