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Palestine Masterlist 

Introduction to Palestine: 

Decolonize Palestine:

Palestine 101

Rainbow washing 

Frequently asked questions 

Myths 

IMEU (Institute for Middle East Understanding):

Quick Facts - The Palestinian Nakba 

The Nakba and Palestinian Refugees 

The Gaza Strip

The Palestinian catastrophe (Al-Nakba)

Al-Nakba (documentary)

The Hundred Years’ War on Palestine: A History of Settler Colonialism and Resistance, 1917-2017 (book)

The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine (book)

Nakba Day: What happened in Palestine in 1948? (Article)

The Nakba did not start or end in 1948 (Article)

Donations and charities: 

Al-Shabaka

Electronic Intifada 

Adalah Justice Project 

IMEU Fundraiser 

Medical Aid for Palestinians 

Palestine Children’s Relief Fund 

Addameer

Muslim Aid

Palestine Red Crescent

Gaza Mutual Aid Patreon

Books:

A New Critical Approach to the History of Palestine

The Idea of Israel: A History of Power and Knowledge

Hidden Histories: Palestine and the Eastern Mediterranean

The Balfour Declaration: Empire, the Mandate and Resistance in Palestine

Queer Palestine and the Empire of Critique

From Haven to Conquest: Readings in Zionism and the Palestine Problem until 1948

Captive Revolution - Palestinian Women’s Anti-Colonial Struggle within the Israeli Prison System

Palestine: A Four Thousand Year History

Except for Palestine: The Limits of Progressive Politics

Before Their Diaspora: A Photographic History of The Palestinians 1876-1948

The Battle for Justice in Palestine Paperback

Uncivil Rites: Palestine and the Limits of Academic Freedom

Palestine Rising: How I survived the 1948 Deir Yasin Massacre

The Transformation of Palestine: Essays on the Origin and Development of the Arab-Israeli Conflict

A Land Without a People: Israel, Transfer, and the Palestinians 1949-1996

The Iron Cage: The Story of the Palestinian Struggle for Statehood

A History of Modern Palestine: One Land, Two Peoples

Where Now for Palestine?: The Demise of the Two-State Solution

Terrorist Assemblages - Homonationalism in Queer Times

Militarization and Violence against Women in Conflict Zones in the Middle East

The one-state solution: A breakthrough for peace in the Israeli-Palestinian deadlock

The Persistence of the Palestinian Question: Essays on Zionism and the Palestinians

Fateful Triangle: The United States, Israel and the Palestinians

The False Prophets of Peace: Liberal Zionism and the Struggle for Palestine

Ten myths about Israel

Blaming the Victims: Spurious Scholarship and the Palestinian Question

Israel and its Palestinian Citizens - Ethnic Privileges in the Jewish State

Palestinians in Israel: Segregation, Discrimination and Democracy

Greater than the Sum of Our Parts: Feminism, Inter/Nationalism, and Palestine

Palestine Hijacked 

Palestinian Culture:

Mountain against the Sea: Essays on Palestinian Society and Culture

Palestinian Costume

Traditional Palestinian Costume: Origins and Evolution

Tatreez & Tea: Embroidery and Storytelling in the Palestinian Diaspora

Embroidering Identities: A Century of Palestinian Clothing (Oriental Institute Museum Publications)

The Palestinian Table (Authentic Palestinian Recipes)

Falastin: A Cookbook

Palestine on a Plate: Memories from My Mother’s Kitchen

Palestinian Social Customs and Traditions

Palestinian Culture before the Nakba

Tatreez & Tea (Website)

The Traditional Clothing of Palestine

The Palestinian thobe: A creative expression of national identity

Embroidering Identities:A Century of Palestinian Clothing

Palestine Traditional Costumes

Palestine Family 

Palestinian Costume

Encyclopedia of World Dress and Fashion, v5: Volume 5: Central and Southwest Asia

Tent Work in Palestine: A Record of Discovery and Adventure

Documentaries, Films, and Video Essays:

Jenin, Jenin

Born in Gaza

GAZA 

Wedding in Galilee 

Omar

5 Broken Cameras

OBAIDA

Indigeneity, Indigenous Liberation, and Settler Colonialism (not entirely about Palestine, but an important watch for indigenous struggles worldwide - including Palestine)

Edward Said - Reflections on Exile and Other Essays

Palestine Remix: 

AL NAKBA

Gaza Lives On

Gaza we are coming

Lost cities of Palestine 

Stories from the Intifada 

Last Shepherds of the Valley

Voices from Gaza

Muhammad Smiry

Najla Shawa

Nour Naim

Wael Al dahdouh

Motaz Azaiza

Ghassan Abu Sitta

Refaat Alareer (murdered by Israel - 12/7/2023. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un)

Plestia Alaqad

Bisan Owda

Ebrahem Ateef

Mohammed Zaanoun

Doaa Mohammad

Hind Khoudary

Palestinian Voices, Organizations, and News 

Boycott Divest and Sanction (BDS)

Defense for Children in Palestine

Palestine Legal 

Palestine Action

Palestine Action US

United Nations relief and works for Palestinian refugees in the Middle East (UNRWA)

National Students for Justice in Palestine (SJP)

Times of Gaza

Middle East Eye

Middle East Monitor

Mohammed El-Kurd

Muna El-Kurd 

Electronic Intifada 

Dr. Yara Hawari 

Mariam Barghouti

Omar Ghraieb

Steven Salaita

Noura Erakat

The Palestinian Museum N.G.

Palestine Museum US

Artists for Palestine UK 

Eye on Palestine 

[goldvergence]

it’s really weird to me when cis authors decide to give canonically cis female characters a dick for the sole purpose of smut/sexual reasons…it’s weird and fetishy. Do better.

[cursedyuri]

summary: vi takes you out, but she can’t wait to get you home. no, like, she literally cannot wait. she fucks you in the bathroom.

warnings: 18+ minors dni! alcohol use, fingering, vi is a touch dom here

author’s note: this was inspired by an absolutely ancient request in my inbox about vi being feral after a night out with reader. if that was your request heyyyy sorry it took me, like, a year. oops

between the pulsating multi-colored strobe lights, the pounding bass of the music so loud vi can feel it in her bones, and the acrid scent of the fog machine, this club is fucking exhausting. but when vi feels the beginning of a headache blooming at the back of her skull from overwhelm, she reminds herself that she’s here for you. 

you’d wanted to go out tonight, had practically begged her to take you downtown. and while vi’s much more of a dive bar kind of girl, she couldn’t say no when you’d pulled her into the line with her at the club. and, well, here you are now - hair unkempt and stuck to your face with sweat, a half-finished drink in your hand as you dance to the beat of whatever top 40 song remix is blaring from the speakers. you’re scantily clad in a tube top, skin-tight miniskirt, and calf-grazing boots, moving your hips in tantalizing circles that make vi forget all about her incoming headache.

she takes a long sip of her rum and coke as you turn around, your backside flush against vi’s pelvis, and grind back against her. the redhead uses her free hand to grab at your hip, fingertips digging into the sliver of exposed skin between your skirt and your tube top. her cunt fucking throbs as you grind your ass against her, the positioning familiar enough to remind her of the last time she’d fucked you from behind, her strap buried in your swollen pussy as you whined and begged her for more.

vi takes another swig of her drink, trying to ignore the wetness growing between her thighs. trying to just dance with you - holding your swaying hips as you move with the sea of bodies in various fashionable states of undress.

but when you turn to face her and pull her in for a sloppy kiss, all tongue and teeth and wet heat, the scent and taste and feel of you overwhelming her senses, the last bit of her resolve shatters. she rips away from the kiss, shoots back the rest of her drink, and curls a hand around your wrist as she turns on a booted heel to weave her way through the crowd with you close behind. 

there’s a long line to the bathroom, drunk and drugged-out clubbers waiting impatiently to take a piss or do another key when it’s their turn, but vi doesn’t take you to the back of the line. she leads you through the crowd of people up to the restroom doors, waiting just long enough for someone to leave before storming in after them with you in tow. the next person in line shouts some choice words at the two of you, bangs their fist against the door when vi slams it shut and clicks the lock into place, but it’s all just noise. she’s got a one-track mind right now. 

“what are you doing?” you question her when she whirls around to face you. you’re still holding your drink, brows pulled together in confusion as you look up at the redhead. the kohl liner rimming her eyes makes them pop, those gorgeous blue irises honed in on you. 

“it’s not obvious?” vi questions you right back, voice sharp. her eyes flicker to the drink in your hands and she snatches it away, tosses it along with her empty plastic cup into the garbage can in the corner of the bathroom. you make a noise of protest, but before you can snap at her about how you weren’t finished, vi’s strong arms are lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom sink. you land on the porcelain with a grunt, back against the mirror. you shiver from the shock of cold against your bare skin.

“vi, what—” you’re cut off by a searing kiss, vi’s mouth hungry against yours, and your mind goes blank.

she kisses you like a woman starved, her rough hands wandering every inch of your skin as she crowds you against the sink. your legs spread just enough to fit her frame between them, miniskirt riding up to your hips as vi presses closer, closer. 

when the redhead dips her head into the crook of your neck to suck bruises into your skin, you keen high in your throat, head leaning back against the mirror to grant her more access. all the while, one calloused hand smooths over the soft, supple skin of your inner thigh, inching upward until her fingers find the soiled fabric of your panties. you feel her pause there, fingertips pushing against the warm, wet cotton, her mouth curling into a grin against your kiss-bitten neck. 

she trails wet, messy kisses up the column of your neck, her teeth sinking into the shell of your ear before she whispers, “knew i’d find you dripping.”

“shut up and fuck me,” you respond almost immediately, and it’s all the permission she needs.

vi yanks your ruined panties down your hips, letting them fall to your ankles, her hand instantly toying with your newly exposed cunt. you jump when her fingers play in the wetness pooled at your entrance, smearing it up and down your pretty pink folds until you’re practically shaking beneath her. 

“perfect little cunt,” she murmurs, thumb pressing against your clit. you gasp, hips jolting at the sudden pressure, and vi’s other forearm presses you back down against the sink to hold you in place. she gives you a look that says don’t fucking move, and two of her fingers slide without resistance into the waiting heat of your needy pussy. 

a deep, possessive groan vibrates in vi’s chest, only adding to the arousal that has your eyelids fluttering shut, the drag of your girlfriend’s fingers in your cunt tantalizing and mind-numbing. you moan, wanton and shameless, spreading your legs further as vi curls her fingers inside you, her palm pressed against your swollen clit. the wet, lewd sounds of her ministrations make you dizzy, as does the look on her face when you gaze up at her pleadingly, the knot in your lower belly already growing taut.

“fuck, vi,” you pant out, eyes falling to watch her hand work between your thighs. she thrusts her fingers quickly, middle finger brushing against the spongy spot inside you that makes you see stars. you bite your lip, whining low and needy, and vi seems to take that as encouragement, because she slides her ring finger in to join her middle and index. 

you mewl and pant and mewl some more, letting her splay you open on the bathroom sink. your cunt twitches with an oncoming orgasm and vi curses under her breath, feeling you gush wetter around her fingers. 

“need to come, pretty?” vi coos down at you, a smirk playing at her scarred lips, pupils blown out with lust. you nod and she scoffs, a cruel little sound. “why should i let you?”

she doesn’t stop the dizzying pace of her finger-fucking, the wet schlicks of your sex ringing out in the filthy club bathroom. you croak out a strangled please and that seems to help convince her, because her thumb finds your clit again, tracing wet circles against the sensitive nub. 

“please what?” she prompts. 

you swallow and try to speak again. “please let me come,” you breathe. “i’ll do… i’ll do anything.”

vi quirks a brow at you, that smug smirk pulling at her lips again as she fucks you within an inch of your life. her thumb is still circling your clit, fingers pushing unforgivingly into your messy cunt, and you’re hurtling towards the edge so fast you’re not even sure you can wait for permission to gush all over her hand. 

“anything, huh?” 

you nod frantically, stomach tensing. “anything, vi, i’ll do anything, please—"

“come for me, then, doll.”

truth be told, you would’ve come anyway. you’re just glad she’d expressed her permission before your orgasm crashed into you, your walls clamping down around vi’s thick fingers.

“that’s it.” she talks you through it, calls you every pet name under the sun as you twitch and writhe in her arms, tits nearly falling out of your tube top. “that’s my girl, fuck, good job, baby.”

when your high has passed and vi’s touch teeters on overstimulation, you push at her hand weakly, chest heaving, and she finally pulls out of you. her fingers are starting to prune, but before you can stare at them too long, vi brings them to your parted lips.

“taste yourself,” she mutters, forehead lowering to press against yours. you oblige obediently, tongue laving over vi’s fingers in your mouth to taste the wetness from between your legs. it’s sweet and musky, heavy and sedating on your tongue, and you moan indulgently just to see the way vi’s expression darkens with want. no, with need.

her gaze snaps to the door when someone pounds on it a few times, yelling something from the other side. you straighten your back against the mirror, lifting your leg to try to grab your panties from their place around your ankle. vi fixes you with her gaze again and shakes her head, yanking your panties from your ankle and stuffing them into her pocket.

“i’m not done with you,” she says, voice raspy, her hands moving to unbuckle her belt and unzip her distressed jeans.

“you told me you’d do anything, didn’t you?”

[goldvergence]

Gave me butterflies im ngl

[goldvergence]

kind of just don’t want to be bothered #tbh…. But I’ll go anyways ig

[goldvergence]

the high after you go to an incredible concert is everything…I just wanna bottle the feeling up and stow it away

[goldvergence]

how can someone be so perfect??? Hello???

[crimson-femme]

Excerpt from “I Enjoy Being a Girl,” The Femme Mystique ed. Lesléa Newman

[goldvergence]

I need to be in a butch’s arms right fucking now or I’ll die

[goldvergence]

in my little gay world Peyton sawyer and Brooke Davis are bisexual idc

[goldvergence]

Friend group dynamics are overrated I’m ngl lol, especially a triad…there’s almost always someone left out. And its never talked about

[flowerais-deactivated20211031]

Types of people you deserve in your life:

- kind friends who care deeply about you, love to spend time with you, keep your secrets and don’t talk badly of you behind your back. they make you loved and worthy of love.

- compassionate people who understand your secret problems and flaws. they support you without judgement, don’t abandon you and help you get better. they stay with you until the storm is over.

- patient people who don’t get angry or frustrated easily. they teach you things, whether it’s life lessons or math problems. they aren’t tired of explaining things over and over until you understand. you aren’t afraid of making mistakes anymore.

- fun spontaneous people who are always up for an adventure, whether it’s going to a coffee shop or their house to binge watch movies. there’s less time to lock yourself in bad thoughts, and they give you days to look forward to.

- people that inspire you. you admire their qualities, whether it’s intelligence, dedication, kindness or strength. they make you want to change your life and be a better person.

- people that feel like home. you could be doing nothing and it would still be comfortable. there’s something about them that makes you feel ok again. as long as they’re there, life doesn’t seem so hard anymore.

[goldvergence]

I’m sick of seeing heated rivalry stuff…I liked the show but why are the actors passing the Olympic torch rn. be fr.

[nicsdyks]

[rachmcadams]

Donna Reed in From Here to Eternity (1953) dir. Fred Zinnemann

[lustcannibalism]

the desire to engage in my hobbies leaving my body as soon as I have the day off even though I was looking forward to it all week

[arylleth]

to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you. by A History of My Brief Body by Billy-Ray Belcourt

[goldvergence]

As thanksgiving ends all I have to say is- I’m thankful for queer people. I’m thankful for lesbians especially. Transfem lesbians, transmasc lesbians, studs, butches, femmes, and everyone else. i love you. You’re the reason i am where I am today in my queer journey.