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jenothee · 3 months
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There he goes!
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stil-lindigo · 4 months
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on twitter, a viral thread started where people around the world shared their translations of “If I must die”, the last work of Dr Refaat Alareer also known as "the voice of Gaza". A beloved poet, teacher and life-long activist for Palestine, he was recently assassinated along with members of his extended family by a targeted Israeli air strike. His loss leaves a hole in the heart of palestinians all over the world.
Below the cut, I’ll be posting the translations of his poem, with links to the original posts. Unfortunately, tumblr limits posts to a maximum of 30 images. I will update when I can.
Arabic (Refaat’s mother tongue)
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9. Serbian
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10. Japanese
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and the traditional japanese calligraphy version
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12. Tamil
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13. Bosnian
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26. Russian
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winters beach day ft various ships
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Around tumblr lately I’ve seen people with the opinion that not only are free roaming cats bad (correct) but also supervised cats in catios or on leashes (????). I assume it must stem from that “ecology of fear” post from a few months ago, but to me the sudden appearance of these kinds of posts just strikes me as odd. I’ve seen multiple posts like the below one in just this week.
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If your cat is contained to your yard/catio/the sidewalk, then it still allows for predator-free safe places in your neighbourhood for wildlife, and creates predictability for them too. That’s one of the reasons why hiking trails ask people to stay on the trail— so you (and your dog, horse, cat, etc) can safely enjoy nature while still giving it space. It is possible to exist outdoors in natural spaces like that while maintaining wildlife comfort. If it wasn’t possible to do that, dog-friendly or (even just hiking trails in general, since humans are predators too) simply wouldn’t exist.
The problem with free roaming cats is that they break boundaries between human area (ie. trail, back porch) and wildlife area (foliage, etc) and there is nowhere the wildlife can go to exist that is safe from predators.
Idk, this is just my opinion but I just think there can be more nuance to the outdoor/free roaming cat issue than “never let your cat step outside under any circumstance”.
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ink--theory · 27 days
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coming back home after going through unimaginable hell the squeakuel
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 month
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Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 4: Deranged Bedfellows
(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.5)
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#mdzs au#lan wangji#nie huaisang#Yungmeng Jiang training arc AU#This is the *first* part of what was supposed to be a much longer comic (LWJ's morning routine in full).#I'll finish the remaining part as a reblog to this post! I just think this is the funnier chunk.#Lan Wangji absolutely is the kind of person who has a perfect internal alarm clock for when it is time to get up.#He already has a dedicated sleep schedule. He is accurate within 10 seconds of 5am every day.#I think the Jiang disciples are most likely used to waking up around 6:00-7:00am#But the allure of having a guaranteed time keeper getting you up in the morning is worth the earlier hour.#I imagine they started outside lwj's door and slowly moved closer as the weeks went on.#Now LWJ has to cope with being way too warm in the night from all the extra body heat.#LWJ is not a fan of this but they scamper off immediately after he wakes up and they at least show initiative to follow routine.#NHS joins in only because he is a chronically heavy sleeper and needs this level of intervention to get up early.#His boldness would be a death sentence in the cloud recesses but here? Whole new game.#Yungmeng Jiang isn't a lawless land. It's just a land with different laws.#And one of those laws is to forcefully domesticate the catboy coded Lan boy through any means necessary.#Completely different tangent: I drew the thumbnail for this before I did comic 134. I then realized they had the same visual gag.#So I had to space this one out so it didn't seem like I repeated the waking up joke. That's my secret and all of you have to keep it.#And in my land the law is that snitches get itches (telepathically transfers hives onto your body)
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hensel-x · 10 months
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this is how we can win
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tango-but-everywhere · 2 months
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THE CROWD GOES WILD
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return of create mod??
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soapyakships · 8 months
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there are people who wake up at 5am and people who go to bed at 5am
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mxrisacoulter · 1 year
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well well well... if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions
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sanjifucker42069 · 6 months
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Peaches
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Sanji keeps finding you sneaking food. Just what are you hiding?
Note; girl, rats are cute, and Sanji’s association with rats melts my heart 🥺🥺🥺
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The third time Sanji caught you sneaking food out of the larder is when he grew suspicious.
"Do I not feed you enough love?" He interrogated, You jumped, hands holding onto your small bag. It had to be past midnight. You turned to him looking mildly terrified, eyes scanning for an exit plan. Sanji quirked a perfect brow when you didn't respond. "Well?"
Nothing. You drew close the bag in your hands, peeking in one last time. You seemed so skittish tonight. What were you hiding? Sanji didn't have time to consider what before you shot upright, speaking a mile a minute.
"HAHAHA! I'm sorry Sanji, you got me! I was feeling extra peckish tonight HAHAHA!" You slapped at your leg as if he told you the world's funniest joke, before robotically moving to the door. "Well I've had my fill so I'll just be going back to bed. It won't happen again. Good night Sanji."
"Hold it." He ordered. You froze, a visible sweat on your brow. You let out a little whimper. He softened, and with a sigh, motioned to the table. With palpable dejection, you made your way to the table, ready to be scolded. "Love, you know I keep a thorough inventory of our food. Normally I'd think you were giving it to Luffy, but there's hardly any food going missing. So what's going on?"
You twiddled with your thumbs. "I was just a little hungry." You were still avoiding his gaze. Sanji wasn't convinced.
"Love, I'm not going to be mad."
"Yeah you are..." Your voice was soft, trailing off.  Sanji sighed, pulling out a smoke and hurriedly lighting it. He took a long drag to calm himself. Why would you ever think he'd be mad at you? He honestly felt a little heartbroken that you didn't trust him.
"Love-"
Squeak.
You flustered. Sanji narrowed his eyes, blowing out a plume of smoke.
"What was that?"
"My stomach?" You tried, clearly nervous. 
"Try again."
You sighed, bringing the bag up to rest on the table. He saw you fiddle with the drawstring. Upon hearing you hum, he stared, seeing you looking at him through lidded eyes. "Promise not to be mad?" 
Yeah yeah whatever to get you to stop breaking his heart with those puppy eyes, he thought. Instead he said, "I could never be, love."
You undid the drawstring. Opening the bag another squeak rang out, echoing in the silent kitchen. You cringed. For a few seconds nothing happened, and Sanji could feel himself growing antsy. Then, a small grey head popped up, whiskers twitching.
A rat!!?!?! 
"Her name is Peaches." You muttered. Sanji was shocked, staring at the little creature before him. 'Peaches' seemed to stare back at him, holding her dainty paws in front of her as she rose to two feet. Sanji noted the small yellow ribbon adorning her. And, was that a tiny bandage around her ankle?
"Huh." He mused, taking a drag. As he blew another plume of smoke, the rat squeaked. 
"I'm sorry Sanji. I knew you'd be mad if you found out we had rats, but I swear it's only Peaches, I found her on the ship last week. She had a bad ankle. I saw her crawl onto the ship from the docks. Normally I'd put her back but she was hurting and....I just couldn't leave her there to die."
Peaches moved closer to Sanji, staring at him. If Sanji fed into his delusions he could swear the rat was studying him.
"She's clean I promise!" You cringed at how loud you were. Moving to a quieter tone you looked at Peaches. "She had a bath. She's actually really chill."
"So she's why you're sneaking morsels?" 
You nodded. He sighed. Sanji weirdly felt his heart swell. You'd save a little rat on death's door? You were a pirate. Your gentleness always stood out to him, but the way you pet the little rat, cooing at it had him feel his heart race. You reached out and grabbed his hands. He stared at the gesture, cigarette hanging from his mouth limply. He dragged his eyes up to meet yours, startled at how determined you look. 
"I'm sorry. I'll stop sneaking food. But I won't get rid of Peaches." You shook his hands for emphasis. "I promise she won't come into the kitchen! Just...please don't tell anyone."
"You want her around? Even if I don't?" He asked. You met him with a fiery stare. 
"I'm sorry you feel that way. But yeah... You're dear to me, but this little creature deserves empathy too, and she's not hurting anyone." Peaches squeaked as if to back up your claim. 
Out of all the scenarios, you didn't expect Sanji to give you that soft smile and remove a hand. You watched with bated breath as he instead set his sights on Peaches, holding his hand out. 
Peaches sniffed his hand experimentally. Clearly she judged him to be safe, as she crawled into his hand. Your heart stopped at how soft Sanji looked. He spoke around the cigarette, staring down at the little rat.
"You're too sweet." His eyes flicked up to yours. "It doesn't worry me. So long as she isn't a nuisance in the kitchen, it really doesn't matter to me. It's sweet that you are so dedicated to her." Peaches crawled up Sanji's arm, settling on his shoulder. He gave a lopsided smile. Sanji removed the cigarette from his mouth. "She's cute. Y'know some of the first meals I ever made were for rats." 
You stared at him. "Really?"
He laughed, a faraway look in his eyes. "Yeah, they're cute, and they're not picky eaters...but let's not talk about that" He peeked towards Peaches. "So what's your favourite then, miss?" 
When Sanji looked back at you he was stunned at how wide your smile was, tears in your eyes. "She likes cake, it's not good for her. She does like apples though."
"Apples?" He laughed, disbelief clear in his tone. "Not Peaches?"
You blushed. Sanji felt his heart skip a beat at your blush. "Oh. There was a book I read as a kid, it had a rat named Peaches."
"Hmm, an apple cake then? I'll make you one when you're better Peaches to celebrate, okay?" He reached back over and grabbed your hand. You stared into his eyes, their soft warmth drawing you in. "Love, you're too nice, y'know? I don't know any other pirate who'd cry over a rat." You started to bluster but he shushed you. "It's not a bad thing. You're a good person."
Sanji went to take a drag from his cigarette when he felt tiny hands snatch it from his grasp. He gasped, offended. The two of you watched as the little rat skittered down Sanji's arm, cigarette bitten sideways.
"Peaches!" You scolded. Peaches pointedly avoided you, taking the cigarette back into both hands and stubbing it out. You laughed. "Oh Sanji, I'm so sorry. I guess she doesn't like smoke!"
Sanji joined in, laughing freely. "Guess not. Lucky she's cute. You too." You felt your blush darken. Sanji rose to his feet, giving you a wink. "How 'bout some tea? Maybe something for the little one too, yeah?"
You nodded, heart missing a beat at ‘little one’. Sanji rounded the table, pulling you into a side hug. You felt him place a featherlight kiss on your hair. As quick as it started it stopped, and the man headed to the kitchen. The domesticity was killing you. Peaches gave you a pointed look. You stuck your tongue out at her. 
"Sanji?" You asked quietly. The man hummed in response, placing the kettle on to boil. "Thank you. You're a good man."
Sanji smiled. "You're too kind, love."
You rose to join the man, quickly glueing yourself to his side. Sanji welcomed you in, arm wrapping around your shoulder. You snuggled into his side. The two of you basking in each other. You pulled his tie lightly coaxing him to your level. With a smile, you kissed his cheek gently. Sanii blushed lightly, stunned by your actions. Behind you the kettle whistled. The two of you sharing the same thought:
I could get used to this.
And so the three of you settled in for a late night, an odd storybook tea party: a gentle chef with a hidden past, a sensitive pirate with a heart of gold, and a little rat with a dislike of smoke. 
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staryukis · 8 days
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i think it’d be really interesting to explore a first meeting/first impression between satoru x reader in a slightly different kind of light than what i am/most are used to. one where satoru knows very well that he can come off abrasive and maybe even annoying at first impression; meaning he also knows all too well that most of the people in his life don’t care much for him beyond the surface level. he’s there because he’s good at what he does and they like that about him but they don’t like much else about him outside of what he can do, so he finds he has a hard time connecting with anyone at all because of it
he’s popular, yes, but not in the traditional sense— to be popular is to be well-known and well-loved. he’s convinced only the first one really applies to him
thus begging the question of exactly how much you could catch him off-guard when you meet him for the first time and show an actual interest in him for who he is and not what he provides as a jujutsu sorcerer. he expects things to go in one ear and out the other when he talks to you— he was so unprepared for you to hang on to every word he said, to ask him questions and engage more in the conversation beyond a couple of “mhm”s or a “wow, that’s great, gojo”
his eyebrows shoot up in surprise when you follow up with him on absolutely anything. he’ll make an offhand comment expecting no one to pay it any mind as per usual, but then he hears your soft-spoken voice asking him to elaborate a little more and he’s perking up instantly. he’s a little surprised the first time it happens, entirely unprepared with an actual response because he didn’t think that far ahead— he didn’t think anyone cared to even know. he has to clear his throat to get the words out of his mouth because he almost choked on them
over time, it started to change a little bit. now when he speaks up he found he has to resist the urge to flick his gaze over to you, no matter where you are in the room. it’s not like he’s doing it specifically to hear from you, that’d be a little silly to expect it every time, but like— if you did happen to respond again, he wouldn’t exactly be complaining, yeah?
for some reason, though, his heart now starts to race in anticipation; waiting for you to say something, to acknowledge the words he would normally share absentmindedly in the break room— except now he’s oh so carefully choosing what to say that could maybe, potentially, hopefully kickstart another conversation with you. and even then his heart is still racing when you do acknowledge his statement; he has to remind himself to not speak too fast or smile too weird, to just act normal about it. smile normally, breathe normally, don’t stare at them, don’t show how elated he feels to be talking with someone who actually listens to what he has to say
slowly but surely the ice breaks between you two— or well, it doesn’t break but it’s more… melting slowly? it’s providing a very smooth transition between being acquaintances and being friends. he really likes it that way because it feels more natural, more like something that you wanted to happen, something that you still want; not just an overnight decision that will burn out as fast as it came to you. satoru learns that you actually want to be his friend, you want to get to know him
and— he doesn’t fucking get it.
because, sure— maybe at first he could’ve told himself that it was just curtesy, done out of the kindness of your own heart. back then it was easier to calm his frantic nerves by reminding himself that you’re just being nice to him and listening to him because he’s a stranger; you’re new to teaching at jujutsu tech, after all, and you must have heard a lot of impressive stuff about this satoru gojo guy, so you’re just entertaining him for the time being. he wouldn’t have blamed you at all if you slowly lost interest in getting to know him beyond that point, as most people usually did
so the fact that it hasn’t happened yet is as nerve-racking as it is exciting. he can’t tell if it makes him incredibly giddy or anxious as fuck, like he’s just waiting for the inevitable. a ticking bomb. he feels like the more time that passes the more likely you are to stop caring about him the next time he sees you in the break room
but instead, you’re the one seeking him out now. you’re the one initiating conversations with him and greeting him when you pass him in the halls or the courtyard. you’re the one excitedly sharing something with him that reminded you of him and he’s left completely gobsmacked about it all
it really doesn’t get any better for him from this point forward; because now he feels like his heart is gonna give out every time you approach him, tapping his shoulder to get his attention, smiling at him the way you do— the way you always have
one day, he skipped his lunch break to get some mission paperwork done— something he notoriously puts off —and he didn’t say anything about it because he didn’t think it mattered to anyone. when he stepped out of his office later that afternoon, whistling to himself as he locks the door behind him, he’s surprised when he finds you lingering around the area. you seemed busy, but also like you were waiting for something— someone, perhaps? when you hear him from the other side of the hallway, he sees the way your eyes light up when you meet his gaze, and he’s never been so thankful for the blindfold he wears because he’s certain his eyes just pathetically fluttered in shock
he feels frozen in place watching you trot over to him, feels his heart stuck in his throat, something twisting deep in his chest and pulling tighter with every word that left your lips as you greeted him for the first time that day. he hears you ask where he was during lunch, he’s sure he heard you say something along the lines of missing him; and everything else is just static in his brain after that. he’s pretty good about keeping up the conversation as much as he consciously can, telling you that he was just behind on some work, because right now his mind can only replay the same phrases over and over again
they missed me. my presence was missed. i was missed.
by the time you both part ways he’s left standing in the same spot for an undetermined amount of time. his mind and heart alike are competing in a race to see which can operate faster than usual; it takes the sound of a door closing somewhere down the hallway to really snap him out of his trance
as for that thing that he felt in his chest, he’s convinced its only dug deeper every day since. because every time he sees you he feels it deeper, feels it stronger than before. he doesn’t know what it is but it makes his hands all clammy and he’s on the verge of stuttering through his words more often than he ever has in a long time— about a decade or so, to be exact
the final straw that broke the camel’s back was during his birthday. he was loaded with some more mission paperwork you’d dropped off for him, curtesy of principal yaga, and he spent a late night at his office in the school working on them. he got a few small happy birthdays throughout the day, mostly when people happened to bump into him, but for the most part he’s been too distracted— and so was everyone else, he reasons. he normally would have picked a colleague at random to grab dinner with him and talk their ears off but he ended up working late himself, so that didn’t happen
he’s flipping through the mountain of paperwork on his desk when a small card pokes out from between one of the sheets. curiously, he plucks it out and examines it, finding it to be a small, baby blue notecard with a few poorly drawn balloons on one side and a small note on the other. the card read:
“satoru, happy birthday! i’m sorry you got busy and didn’t get to celebrate properly today, so i hope this gift card i got for you will cheer you up! i’m definitely treating you to some birthday lunch later this week as well, if you’re free of course !! (:”
he reads the message over and over again. it’s not signed but he recognizes it as your handwriting clear as day, he can see the cursed energy residuals of yours that you left behind— those unique swirls of charged particles that make up who you are as a sorcerer, the same ones that make him feel like he’s in a field of flowers and cotton candy clouds every time he senses them. he feels his heart stop and start 10x faster than ever
he makes a mental note to text or call you whenever he’s done with his work, but he finds it hard to focus on anything at all after what he just read. he’s not sure what it is— maybe it’s the fact that someone remembered his birthday, maybe it’s the fact that that someone happened to be you. but something is making that feeling flutter all over his chest now, blooming like a bright flower in the spring, making him feel light on his feet at the sheer thought of you sneaking this in between the paperwork as you handed it to him. that explains the shy smile you had on your face when you saw him earlier
for whatever reason, you wanted to surprise him with this, to make him smile on his own birthday. you thought about him, about something personal pertaining to him, and his heart just can’t take it anymore. he feels heat flush his cheeks all the way down to his neck and his breath comes in short for a split second— a hitch in his breathing, followed by a smile so wide and ocean blue eyes so bright that he briefly wonders if anyone who happened to see him right now would think he looked crazy
regardless, whatever it is you’ve been making him feel for the last few months— it’s new, and it’s strong, and it’s a little scary, and he can’t get enough of it
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nordidia · 13 days
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having a very rough night so raph doodles needed to be made
when in need, mash two interests together
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tamago-aki · 9 months
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so you're telling me i can draw ANYTHING..... (bestows anakin snore mimimi)
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altho-arto · 3 months
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i have been informed by mutuals that Herlock's birthday is on January 6 and so i managed to whip this out in less than 24 hours✌🏻mister detective forgot all about it and got a nice morning surprise from the gang at 221B 🎂
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glouris · 1 year
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Some of my favorite moments from Ragnarok’s ost
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