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sweet endearments
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[27.3.2024]
note: this is where i got inspo from for the nicknames xxx summary: sily!pogue!reader meets rafe's parents, but not without some shenanigans. warning: this is so goofy oml (but so long omg, and i'm 99.9% sure it sucks but whatever) words; 1,900
"baby, why are you taking so long?" rafe whined from downstairs. you peeked from your stairs seeing your tough boyfriend pouting. you bit your lip from laughing, and then quickly refrained from making fun of him.
lately, he'd gotten more clingy, but you liked it. you would never tell him, but you liked it when he rested his head on your stomach and innocently told you he wanted to hear your heartbeat. you liked that he held your hand in public, your pinkies locked.
but most of all you liked the secret smiles that he gave you. his eyes would shine, and you swore he had dimples when he smiled at you.
he was a heartache to look at.
but you liked his endearments the most.
how he would call you 'cupcake', sometimes 'sweets', and the other times 'baby.' at the beginning of your relationship you had been so confused about who he was talking to, but now you had grown accustomed to the different endearments he had given you. you had gotten so used to the nicknames when he said your name, you were surprised.
"hey! you comin'?" he yelled, as he looked at his watch before tucking his wallet into the pocket in his pants. finally perfecting your red lipstick, you skipped down. you were meeting his parents today, a day that you were extremely nervous about.
rafe looked up from his phone, eyes full of warmth and a teasing smile on his face before he reached for you.
you twirled away from him, a smile on your face before you gave him a spin, and then blew a kiss in his direction.
"do you like it?" you asked him, your voice loud and bubbly. he smirked, and then reached for your face before you could run away from his reach.
"i love it,"
you laughed at the proclamation, and he seemed to soften at your expression, but you watched him fiddle with his golden rings nervously.
this was as new for him as it was for you. you were the last pogue that would be seen around rafe cameron. you were the jokester, the one that skipped school 'cause it was too boring, and sold your short stories in your free time.
you were usually so unserious half of the time he was frowning and the other time he was laughing at the next thing you had said. when he had asked you to meet his parents, you had snorted with laughter before he told you he was serious.
after that you were scared. you didn't know that what you had with rafe was that serious. you had been joking around half the time, and yet now...now what you felt for him was not a joke. you had talked to your girlfriends for assurance and they had told you to pull a small prank on him. that it would lighten the mood. so that's what you were going to do.
"babe?"
he hummed in response. his hand rested on your thigh in true rafe fashion, and you found yourself laughing in a true passenger princess manner. finally, he rolled his eyes, though his expression was tinged with suspicion. obviously, he knew you wouldn't be so well-behaved for so long.
you loved how well he knew you.
"what is it?"
"i was thinking, as one does-"
and you were cut off by his groan, as he pulled the car car muttering something incoherent . his eyes looked at you tired and then raised an eyebrow when the car had finally parked.
"what is it now?"
you giggled, and then bit your lip, "y'know how much i love your endearments right?," you rambled quickly trying to keep a serious face, "-but you know how unoriginal they are right... and like i was thinking of you calling me 'big dwag,' from now on,"
"what the hell do you mean by 'big dwag?'" rafe cut you off, his jaw clenched, his voice so gruff that you wanted to burst into laughing. he looked so shocked, and confused at the same time that you were glad he had stopped the car to talk to you.
"okay, okay! so like when you introduce me to your parents... i want you to call me 'big dwag," instead of your girlfriend."
"oh my god- you're so fucking weird."
"listen bro-"
"did you just call me bro? it's the ultimate betrayal. my heart can't take this sweets."
you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. rafe did the same, his eyebrows scrunched, and then tilted his head, as he pinched the pinched the bridge of his nose.
"sweets. i really love you, but i really don't want to call you that," he said slowly, compassionately as if he trying to get you to understand. you pouted, as he frowned at you.
"no, i get it you won't call me big dwag. it means a lot to me you know?"
"i can't deal with this," and he puts his head in his hands, while leaning back in his seat sounding absolutely exasperated "i'm not taking you to meet my dad and introduce you as big dwag. i can't do that."
"it's two words."
"i thought you loved my endearments," he said frowning at you.
now you felt bad, as he looked at you. you groaned and then gave him your best puppy eyes.
"please?"
finally, he let out a gruff sigh. "okay. okay, from now on i will be calling you big dwag."
"really? i love you so much!"
"if my dad ask me to break up with you, it will be this obscene nickname's fault."
then he gave you a final glare and started the car. you hummed happily to all of your favorite songs trying not to notice the way he wasn't trying to smile at your expression. he was so in love with you.
then you leaned back satisfied. obviously, he wasn't going to use the nickname, he was just playing with you. that was until the both of you made it to his house. it was beautiful and gigantic, and at other times you would have paid more attention to it as a whole until you saw the smirk on rafe's face.
"c'mon let's go."
all of you ate comfortably on the porch of the cameron's house. all night you had sat well-behaved, laughing at ward's jokes and asking if you could help rose. the whole time rafe hid his laughter by coughing. wheezie had loved you so much that she had told rafe that you were her favourite girlfriend by far.
"you are a wonderful girl," rose murmured to you after the dinner finished and as you helped her fix the plates. "but i wonder if you could do better."
"warning her off already? man, you really can't let me have anything good, can you? " rafe muttered, his voice full of scorn as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. his eyes were full of possesiveness, his body language showed he was ready to start a fight.
you rested your palm on his chest, as if to calm him. but he ignored your soft touch and instead stared rose down. you could see some unease in rose's eyes as she opened her mouth again before closing it, as if she decided that it wasn't worth it. then she muttered something about helping wheezie leaving the two of you together.
it was clear that rafe didn't like her. you had already felt rafe hovering over you like a hawk, anxiously, and attentively, almost as if you were going to flee at a single warning. he had to remember many people had warned you about him.
"rafe?"
you looked up at him, worried what you would find in his eyes. "are you okay?"
rafe shook his head, and then gently nudged you to the pool. "i'm alright. just let me fix something up. i'll be back."
you nodded uncertain, anxious thoughts floating in your head. he didn't trust you. he didn't trust you.
finally, you found yourself resting near the pool, your feet dipped inside.
"how's my big dwag?"
you turned around a hand on your forehead as you squinted to see rafe smiling down. he looked calmer now, almost as if that minute alone had done him well. his well-fitted shirt made you want to kiss him, but the hurt feelings still left a stinging sense on your heart. the sun shone so bright you could barely see a single thing. but this time instead of saying something funny, you found yourself feeling stupidly insecure your knees tucked against your chest.
"i'm okay."
rafe frowned at your expression before he sat down next to you.
"my girl can't be feelin' sad. not with me around."
you squirmed as he reached for you with his strong arms but his gentle touch and peppered kisses all over your face, and protested that he was ruining your dress. finally, when you looked into his eyes and you let out a loud laugh.
it was settled.
today wasn't the day to open old wounds.
"you're stupid, rafe cameron."
instead of making fun of you, he wrapped his hands around your waist, and you found yourself smiling as he kissed you. he was so soft, so attentive, and you practically melted in his warm hands. when you pulled away, you had forgotten the stupid feelings that you were overwhelmed with. when you pulled away you wanted to rest your head on rafe's shoulder, but he had other plans. rafe had gotten up and said he had yelled something at ward.
"dad!"
ward looked away looking shocked, and then furrowed his expression, holding the barbecue skewer awkwardly in his hands.
"dad, did you know that this girl here is my big-" he mocked, jerking a hand to your direction before you squealed, and covered his mouth with your hands.
"shut up, shut up!"
then you turned to rafe with a vengeful expression "pull a stunt like that again and i'm sending that photo of you butt naked to john b."
rafe looked absolutely shocked, completely silent, looking as if he was going to blow a vein. "sweets, you're absolutely crazy. and you would never!"
you giggled, and then ran away from him, as he followed you a grin on his face.
he was used to your stupid threats, and finally, when you stopped and looked back at rafe, he gave you a silly proud smile. you swatted him away when he tried to hug you, but before you knew it he had gathered you in his arms and jumped into the pool with you tightly squeezed against his chest.
when you finally submerged, sputtering while you glared at rafe. "don't ever call me that again, you jerk!"
he was soaked with water, a stupid smile on his face before he hummed and pulled you into his arms. you didn't resist and only splashed him with water. his face turned into a scowl before he pinched your cheeks and kissed your forehead.
"you're lucky i'm crazy about you dumbass."
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peachdavisbooknerd · 3 days
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When someone says all the unclaimed kids should go in Hestia's cabin after the battle of Manhattan
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I swear I've been thinking about this for years but finally found a post today saying they thought the same thing. I mean, it makes total and complete sense for the goddess of the hearth and home to shelter all the unclaimed kids.
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un-fazable · 1 day
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FLEETING
On the days when I feel unlovable, and unwanted.
On the days where my brain feels to messy and the storm feels like it won’t pass.
I sit and remind myself, that I am safe.
Allowing myself to sit with how I feel.
I gently remind myself that how I feel in this moment,
Will pass.
As surely as I know winter turns into spring.
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Could you pretend you love me? Pt. 2
Soap x Fem Reader
This mission turned into a competition between you and Johnny to see who can pretend better, your little Emma is enjoying too much this false family time.
Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors. Long chapter, but it's romantic, I hope you like it.
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You went to pick Emma from school, it was a free week, so she would be with you and Johnny. She was so excited, looking through the window all the new places in her new neighborhood.
- Emma, I want you to be a good girl please.
- For sure! Y/n Can we go to the beach and the park later? Oh look! There's a lot of trees! I want to climb too!
- I think so, everything depends on you, if you're good we will visit all those places today.
- Oh yessss! Y/n, is that the house!? Oh look! There he is!!!
Johnny was in the garden of the house, shirtless, you never thought about what he would look like naked, until then, he certainly has a good abdomen, you've seen his arms a thousand times but they looked stronger than ever today, he was watering the plants and grass. As soon as he saw your car, he ran to put his t-shirt, you parked and the little Emma ran out of the car.
- Johnny!!!!
He smiled at her and kneeled, Emma jumped on his arms and both hugged each other, they really looked like Father and daughter.
- Heyyy Emma! You're finally here! Welcome home!!!
You were staring at them, the warm feeling and those strange sensations in your stomach appeared again so you simply decided to look at somewhere else.
- Why didn't you go with y/n to pick me up?
- Well, y/n didn't tell me, she said she would go to the grocery store. But the next time I'll go, I promise. Ok?
- Pinky promise?
- pinky promise
You blushed, you thought he wouldn't like to go, that's why you said that. The three of you were walking to the house when your enemy appeared, he was walking his dog and a little kid was accompanying him.
- hey! Johnny, y/n, wait!!
Soap and you looked at each other, he gave you a short nod.
- Oh hi Jeff, what's up?
- I came to see you, I want to invite you to a pool party this weekend, at my house, take it as a welcoming party, I insist.
- Pool party?.
Emma appeared behind you with a bright smile.
-Oh, so you must be the famous Emma, no?
- Yes sir, nice to meet you.
- Emma, I want you to meet my son, this is Dylan, and the dog is sparky.
«Hi Dylan, I like your dog» «Hi Emma. Do you want to pet it?»
The two children started their own conversation, you were looking at them, mostly to Emma, you never saw her so happy before, since she's under your watch, you've been trying to be there for her, helping and trying to make her happy, and she was, but never like this.
Johnny and Jeff also had their own conversation, so you were just observing interaction, you analyzed, and started to think about what Soap told you In the meeting room the day the mission was announced.
Certainly, Ghost couldn't have a conversation with this man without breaking his bones, Price wouldn't focus with Emma running around the house and well... Maybe Gaz was the other option, but Soap is playing his role so well, you hate to admit but that's the truth.
After a few minutes, your neighbor left and the three of you went inside the house. Emma was fascinated with her new room and technically with the entire house, your apartment is not so fancy as this house.
Johnny and you were planning the next phase of the mission, put trackers, microphones, hidden cameras. You couldn't avoid it, you decided to talk.
- Soap...
- hmm?
- I... I just wanted to say you were right.
- right about what?
- About this, you're doing a great job...
- Ahh, that, well, Thanks y/n, I told you I would make you reconsider your words.
«You could do it better y/n»
Both looked behind, Emma was in the doorframe observing both of you. Soap couldn't resist it, he laughed.
- what? What is it so funny?
- Just... Y/n, Emma just has less than one day and she already notices you don't give a credible actuation.
You scoffed, What? These two think you're not doing a good job?
- What? Are you serious?
- Y/n, I'm a kid and we're easy to fool, and honestly, you don't look very in love with my daddy.
Emma crossed her arms pretending to be offended, Johnny didn't say anything, he was quiet trying to content his laughing.
- Emma, I'm very capable.
Emma simply neglected with the head. Johnny couldn't handle it anymore, he laughed, you punched him, and he continued laughing.
- okay, okay, I'm Sorry Y/n, but Emma is right, you act cold and distant, I know I'm not your type but Could you pretend you love me? You know, lovey dovey?
You were red like a tomato, furious but also embarrassed.
- what do you know about what I like? You will see Soap Mactavish, I'll show you how lovely I can be. You will see too Emma, I'll be the best wife and mom for this family! .
Later you prepared sandwiches and snacks, then you and your family went to the beach, a picnic, volleyball and Emma taking photos with her Instax camera that you gave her a few months ago.
At the park, Emma was playing while Soap and you were sitting on the bench, talking.
- She's amazing.
- Hmm?
- Emma, she's an adorable girl, you're doing a great job.
- I try my best, but yes, she's an amazing daughter.
- Can... Can I ask what happened to her parents?
- A car accident. Emma broke her arm, but her mom... She received all the impact and died instantly. Her father voluntarily gave me Emma's custody, he said he wasn't ready to raise her alone.
- She's better with you. A man who doesn't have the balls to take care of his children, doesn't deserve kids like Emma.
You smiled proudly, observing your little daughter, Soap was watching you, a lock of hair fell and he put it behind your ear, he wouldn't dare to say it loud but he thought you looked beautiful, like a princess, the way your hair fell over your shoulder, your dress and your eyes, everything about you was causing him strong feelings, you interrupted his thoughts.
- So... Mr. Blackwood, is your wife pretending better now?
- Ahh, maybe, I mean... A 10% better.
- Oh really? What do I have to do to make it more credible? Bring you serenade?
- perhaps that could help.
- Alright.
You stood up and started to sing and dance in a silly way, while Emma was taking more photos and Soap was laughing, he really wasn't expecting to see you singing for him.
«I, I'm so in love with you, Whatever you want to do Is all right with me 'Cause you make me feel so brand new, And I want to spend my life with you (...)»
It was a beautiful afternoon, on the way back home the three of you were talking, playing and having fun. It felt real, there was a connection.
Days passed quickly and the pool party day arrived too soon, you and Soap were revising the mission and information that could be useful, also information about your fake marriage, just in case someone asked.
Emma was more than ready to leave, Johnny was too, both were just waiting for you, once you were ready you went downstairs, you were beautiful, you were wearing a light blue dress, your hair in a ponytail, exposing your long neck, very beautiful.
No one said nothing but the way Soap looked at you gave you goosebumps. The party was nice and fancy, you met some neighbors, names that you will investigate later just In case, Johnny was working on putting the trackers and microphones while Emma... Well, Emma was having fun, after all she's just a kid.
The meal time started, everybody was sitting and eating, one of them asked you something you never thought would be important or necessary until now.
«So, John, Y/n, How did you meet?»
- Ah...
- My parents meet in a bar.
Both looked at Emma, she was eating, her view was on her food, she continued talking.
- My daddy tried to invite a drink to my mom but she rejected him. Then tried to invite her to dance but once more, she rejected him. My daddy really wanted to talk with her but she was rejecting him every time. The same night, later, it was karaoke, my daddy was too brave because he's a terrible singer but he said to himself «I need this girl». So he stood up and sang to her, my mom blushed but at the end she finally accepted, my dad always tells me that story, he says my mom looked like an angel that night.
«Awww, your daughter really knows the story of how you meet»
- Yeah, what can I say? I love to tell her about how her mommy stole my heart. She still leaves me breathless.
You blushed and kissed his cheek too close to his lips, you didn't know why you did it but it was late to regret it also you were trying to be a good wife.
«and what was the song you sang for y/n, Johnny?»
- it was... 'are you gonna be my girl', and well... After all, she's my girl.
The conversation continued, all was going well, the mission was going well, In fact, it was going really good, you wondered if you needed to worry or if the enemy was simply too stupid to notice you were acting.
Both of you walked around the house putting all those microphones and cameras, trackers under the cars.
Before leaving you went to the bathroom and asked Johnny to look for Emma, he was looking for her when a woman interrupted his searching.
«Johnny?» «Sophie? Oh god, hi...»
Both were talking when Emma saw him, she felt jealous, Soap is not her real father, but she wouldn't let that woman steal his attention. She hide her shoes and walked barefoot to them.
- Daddy? I can't find my shoes.
Johnny paled and the woman, Sophie, looked at both, she was shocked.
- Is... Are you... Ahh, is she your daughter?
- Ahh... Yes, Sophie, this is Emma, my daughter, Honey, this is my friend Sophie.
- Hi Sophie.
- Hi, oh Johnny When did you marry? Congratulations...
Emma saw the anger in that woman's eyes, but apparently it wasn't enough for her to see Johnny's daughter, Emma ran to look for you.
You went out of the bathroom and Emma was quick to hold your hand taking you where Johnny was.
- Emma where are your shoes? Johnny, I told you to... Oh, sorry.
- Nothing to apologize, Y/n, this is my friend Sophie. Sophie, this is my wife.
You and her observed each other head to toe, you didn't understand why you were feeling jealous, it was a tense moment.
- Nice to meet you, Sophie.
- Same, you're lucky, Johnny is someone very special and charming...
- I know, that's what I like about my husband...
You looked at Soap smiling and kissed his cheek once again.
- Darling, we have to go, Emma is very tired, I'll go to look for her shoes while you say goodbye.
You didn't look at the woman, simply left them there while you were helping Emma, who magically found her shoes before you started to look for them. Once at home, Soap was intrigued by your reaction, he wouldn't sleep until you explained to him what happened there.
Emma was asleep while you were in the kitchen, working, investigating all the guests of the party and observing the cameras.
- Ah... What happened today?
- We went to a pool party and planted cameras and stuff like that.
- ha-ha, you know what I'm trying to say.
- Umm, no, I don't.
- You kissed me almost on the lips, then you... I don't know, you acted jealous when you saw me with Sophie.
- I was merely... Playing my part.
- y/n, that's not... You weren't faking it.
- Why would I be jealous of that girl? You said it a few days ago, you're not my type, I don't have reasons to be jealous of her, and even if you were my type i... I wouldn't be jealous because at the moment you belong to me, you're my husband, and my husband wouldn't look at that pretty girl with long legs, big butt and small waist...
- So, indeed you were jealous.
- SOAP! I'm not! Could you please stop that, we have work to do, ok?
He simply nodded and sat in front of you, both working in silence, the next day Emma went back to the school, both pretending to be okay in front of her but the elephant in the room was getting bigger. Both were talking only for the necessary, one of you needed to do something to fix this but as the two of you have their pride and also a personality hard to handle, it looked impossible.
You were in Emma's room, folding the clean laundry, when Johnny knocked, you didn't say a word, he just put a CD and some photos, in Emma's bed.
- Emma asked me to print some photos of her week with us, she said it is a gift for you.
- And the CD?
- That's mine, take it as my way to apologize, I didn't mean to make you angry. I was just trying to understand what happened that day.
He left the room and you sat on the bed, thinking about it, you were jealous, but why? You still don't know, or... You're still trying to fool yourself.
You saw the photos, Emma really captured the moments together, then, the CD, it has a note written «Songs that remind me of you».
What's going on between you and him?.
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sakshinarula · 17 hours
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How does a broken heart keep beating, how do people keep living with so much pain and grief? If that's not a miracle what is?
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antares07 · 21 hours
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I can't live a lie
I feel so empty and broken
But I am hoping
I'm hoping that music will save me
When I have fading memories
The memories that sustained my love
Love that I wanted to last eternally
Eternally found beneath what seems in this world to be meaningless dreams
If they mattered then why won't they come true
My best dreams unraveling hope in the places I lost it
Never giving up has made me lose and gain it again
Over and over again
I'm different I guess
Because I believe in us
Lust would've expired where love has only grown
I'm fine with the endings of my dream with you if your dreams were different and they are coming true instead
Your happiness means everything to me
I have my own world I need to keep its wheel running
The love I have, from you
The obstacles I face, alone
now I know how to stand on my own feet.
The wisdom and strength I learned from you is exceptional...
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berniesrevolution · 1 year
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You’re Lucky You Have a House, Peasant!
A history of company towns
by Joyce Rice and Kevin Moore
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midsummerkissess · 1 year
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a "look babe, i finished a new book" gf and a "tell me all about it" bf
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longreads · 29 days
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“The most important part of my job is to make the library a safe space. One where kids burst through the door and go running with glee to the children’s area so they can say hello to whoever is at the desk. One where a patron can have a full metal meltdown about the state of the world and still be given resources to find housing, a shower, a meal. One where someone can come in blasted high for years and then return the next day sober and clean, ensconcing themselves in the safety of the books to stay that way.”
Lisa Bubert’s Instagram bio reads "Public librarian who has seen some 💩," and her latest piece makes clear just how much “some” is. When so much of our society has seemingly turned its back on its neediest members, public libraries have never been more important. To read “Safety Net,” head to Longreads.
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stuhde · 11 months
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i had shared what is happening in sudan on a long facebook post last night, but it virtually received almost little to no engagement or shares from the nearly 600 “friends” i have on the site.
this morning, my great-aunt was shot by the soldiers fighting for power, and God forbid, i lose more of my family members before eid this friday.
please read below to understand what is happening and how you can help my country. i hope the tumblr community can show more kindness than the lack of support and advocacy i’ve seen elsewhere.
يا رب اجعل هذا البلد آمناً 🇸🇩
the lack of awareness and advocacy from the African, Arab, and Muslim diaspora and the human rights community has been painful.
while Western media has done little to no coverage of the ongoing conflict in the capital city of my motherland, Sudan, it appears that the rest of the world also partakes in normalizing crimes and violence against SWANA people.
violence and war hurting the SWANA region are NOT ordinary occurrences — no one, regardless of race, creed, ethnicity, religion, and gender, should experience the unprecedented amount of violence that harms my two living grandmothers, aunts and uncles, and baby cousins who live in Khartoum.
your decision to ignore reading or educating and discussing with others about what is likely to be a civil war is complicity in viewing SWANA people as individuals who regularly experience conflict and are undeserving of help.
the silence is damaging, and it is up to us as privileged members of the diaspora (or individuals living in the Western world committed to human rights) to support the people of my country and their dream for a stable, democratically elected government.
what is happening in Sudan is a fight that started on April 15 between two competing forces for power — the Sudanese Army and the Rapid Support Forces (RSF) — neither groups are representative of the needs of our people. The Sudan Army is loyal to the dictator, Omar Al-Bashir, and the RSF is responsible for the genocide in Darfur.
with both power struggles backed by different Arab and Gulf nations, the two parties have been fighting for power for the last few years. While they worked together to try and end the people’s revolution, they lost. however, they are now in a constant power play of who will get to rule the nation.
this all means that war is NOT a reflection of my country — violence does not represent the SWANA people. Sudan is a nation of beautiful culture, strong women, intellectual and influential Islamic scholars, poets, and youth at the front lines of the revolution. we are a people committed to a region of peace for ourselves and the rest of the Ummah.
my family and the rest of Sudan’s innocent civilians are at the most risk, with many currently without drinking water, food to eat, electricity, and complete blockage to any mosques during the final nights of Ramadan, our holiest month of the year.
i ask that you please keep Sudan and our people in your prayers — donate to the Sudan Red Crescent or a mutual aid GoFund Me, email your representatives if you live in a country that can put pressure on either competing force of power, discuss this with your family and friends, and please do not forget to think about SWANA people — our brothers and sisters in Syria, Yemen, Lebanon, and many others need our love and support.
الردة_مستحيلة ✊🏾
#KeepEyesOnSudan
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antixristina · 3 months
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Jean Paul Sartrering
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peachdavisbooknerd · 3 days
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Annabeth during the entirety of PJO
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