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lily-drake · 2 months
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A "Malicious" Gift
When Rishe had told him with no hesitation that they were fighting, it was a bit of a shock.  He could never predict that girl.  However, he couldn’t help but admire the resolve in her eyes.  So, he agreed and left her alone.
When a knock resounded through his office, he knew it was her, but he didn’t look up from his work as Oliver opened the door and went through, closing it behind him.  Arnold looked up, staring at the door for only a moment before getting back to work.  For a moment he had thought that Rishe might come in, but no.  It was fine though, he had already resigned himself to the fact that she would come to resent him eventually.  After a few minutes Oliver came back into the room with a small basket and a far too amused grin on his face.  But Arnold ignored him and kept working.
“My Lord,” Oliver cheered, silent laughter coloring his tone, “it seems Lady Rishe has come bearing a rather malicious gift.”  Oliver carefully set the basket atop the desk before he stepped away, continuing to stare at him.  With a short sigh he looked up then glanced at the basket where a simple sandwich lay that contained a few pieces of meat, tomatoes, and lettuce.  “I am inclined to believe that the sandwich had not been tampered with despite the message, but I have not tested to be sure.”
The top bread piece was laid off to the side where he indeed noticed a small message written with some white sauce, “Your Highness, you idiot!”  Arnold stared at the message for a minute, unable to stop the grin forming on his face.
“Pfft.”  Arnold’s shoulders shook in silent mirth, eyes gleaming with intrigue.  A malicious gift indeed.
“I do hope that you won’t let Lady Rishe’s hard work go to waste, My Lord,” Oliver said with a large grin of his own, finding joy in the amusement of his master.  
“It seems a shame to ruin her art though,” he remarked casually, grin still plastered across his face.  Shaking his head, Arnold carefully laid the last piece of bread atop the sandwich, pressing the message against the lettuce as carefully as possible as to not smear it.  The only thought in his mind was simply how incredible his wife truly is.
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dirtytransmasc · 6 months
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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@mariyyum twitter post: Recipes that have been passed down to me by my Palestinian mother 🇵🇸, and I've had the honor of sharing them with all of you. #freepalestine
1: Cheese Manakeesh (cheese pies)
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2: Homemade Hummus w/ chicken koufta
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3: Msakhan (the National dish of Palestine)
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4: Sfeeha (meet pies)
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Follow her on: twitter instagram youtube tiktok and her own blog for more.
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Athena, goddess of wisdom, and all-powerful, being the only person that Annabeth could call on for help; being so cruel that she would be complicit in her daughter's death just out of spite.
Percy, age 12, weak and dying, having told Annabeth they could never be friends; not only sacrifices himself to save Annabeth's life without a minute's thought, but does it without her having to ask for help.
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katsigian · 3 months
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Changing my belief system from "this is the hill I'll die on" to "this is the hill I'll kill you on" has done absolute wonders for me 10/10 do recommend
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seancefemme · 7 months
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yeah well you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid
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pottetto · 1 year
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“My life has finally...finally gotten kinda fun.”
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twitter | instagram
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unknownuser93828 · 3 months
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petricorah · 10 months
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....right??? [id in alt]
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moodyseal · 4 months
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I was poking fun at how unexpectedly silly the CHB kids looked in armour in the first two episodes of the PJO show (acting like an almighty army and all) and then it hit me. This is exactly how some of them will look like when they will be dying in the final battle. Silly. Tiny. Literal children
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koyuxim · 4 months
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happy new year!! 🎉🎉
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4o4notf0und · 1 month
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beebundt · 3 months
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thinking a little too much abt durge/orin sibling relationship rn. 🩸ft. my durge (briar, they/them)
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uncanny-tranny · 1 year
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"What if I'm not trans, what if I'm choosing to be trans for [list of reasons]"
I am grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you like a can of soda. If, for whatever reason, you looked within yourself and decided to be trans - you're still trans. We (as trans people) don't need to have an "I always knew" story. We don't need to have the ~magical transsexual gene~. It's incredibly hard for so many of us to figure out why we're trans, and if being trans was always a choice, the reasons for choosing to be trans would be complex. If being trans is always a choice, that doesn't negate that we deserve human dignity and respect for who we are.
It shouldn't matter if you chose your trans identity or not, becayse you still are a person. You breath the same air I do, and you deserve to live how you want, on your terms. You watch the same sunrises and sunsets I do, you are here. I, for one, welcome you no matter what your inner reflections are about your transness. You have a place in this world, you have inherent worth.
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sleepygetou · 6 months
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BROTHERLY LOVE
JJK S2 E13 - Red Scale
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ruporas · 9 months
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being a little petty (ID in alt)
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