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the level at which people are misusing the term "Never Again" in the far left absolutely infuriates me.
"Never Again" doesn't refer to the idea of no more genocides -- unfortunately people are evil and corrupt and seek scapegoats and destruction, there were genocides in the years following the Holocaust, there were genocides 10 years ago, there are multiple genocides going on as we speak
"Never Again" means we as Jews will pay attention to the warning signs, will not mindlessly allow antisemitism to fester and take over our communities, we will fight back. it means we will be proud. it means we will not let you hate us without a word of refusal.
"Never Again" is a warning for us, it is a reminder that what happened then can happen now -- is happening now. The Far Left doesn't get to use it against us. You don't get to turn our tragedies into hate-speech and antisemitic rhetoric.
Am Yisrael Chai
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leasagna-lea · 6 months
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Scenario where Chloe visits Yuri to talk about a mission or something and they get hungry so Yuri is like "ok fine i'll cook something rq" and then he pulls up with this fucked up, random assortment of food on a plate like in chapter 68 and Chloe is like "what the hell is this? I can't eat that???". She realizes that he probably never learned how to properly cook for himself and then drags him back into the kitchen to help him cook actual NORMAL food. Yuri is all huffy and complains a lot at first, but kinda chills out eventually. They cook and it's cute and I want to rip my hair out every time I think about them for too long.
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Every time I try and stand up for myself I'm shouted down and told I was being too mean.
Anytime I speak my mind about how I'd like something done to make me more comfortable people belittle me.
The one time I attempted to stop my brother from wrapping his hands around my throat I was arrested.
No matter how I look at it or how I consider if I truly thought I was in the right I'm punished for speaking my mind or defending myself in anyway, since it's not just family or my abusers but happens at work or with the law as well there is only one conclusion I can come to.
I'm the only constant in these situations so I MUST be always wrong, no matter how right I feel or how hurt I get I know in my bones that I'm wrong and I did something to deserve being hurt.
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hearts4juzi · 6 months
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the cat is out of the bag (and her father is in it)
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dinitride-art · 2 years
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I think I need to watch the monologue like 20 more times and then I’ll understand it.
Mike knows that he loves Will but he’s trying to save El’s life in the only way he thinks he can. The way that Will tells him to.
Will is trying to save El’s life by pushing Mike into talking to El because that’s the only way he thinks he can help. Even though he’s breaking his own heart by telling Mike that he’s someone else’s.
El has realized that she doesn’t love Mike like that. She feels like a monster already at the start of season and now Henry just told her it was her fault that he’s free and killing everyone and killing Max. But now Mike, who she thought she had ironed things out with us saying things that she said she wanted but now she doesn’t. And he’s fucking lying to her. And her brother who told her that they’d fix it together isn’t doing shit.
Mike and Will have fully committed to the ‘fuck my own feelings what about everyone else’s’ train, and El who has very recently realized what she feels for Max is being dragged along with them.
It’s a mess. It’s all over the place.
And Mike keeps asking if El can hear him and not if El can see him. She’s listening to you’re words very intently Mike, she always has been, but you want her to see you. And what are the three of them even doing? They’re ALL miserable because they’re paying far too much attention to each other’s words and not their actions and why is this so hard to wrap my head around????
But anyways, this is a very long winded way of saying that the… the duffers were right. The monologue was very well done.
Like Mike turns to Will with stars in his eyes and the most open show of love we’ve ever seen on Mike’s face, and then Will breaks his heart in half because now any hope that the painting was actually for him is gone. His face goes from complete and utter vulnerability to confusion to grim realization. And that happens in a few seconds. And then he starts talking to El and he’s literally forcing words out of his mouth. The only thing that he says that isn’t forced is when he talks about finding El in the woods, and El receives that well- until Mike goes back on his bullshit. And her face drops when he says that he knew he loved her there, because she knows that’s not true. And that line isn’t romantic at all- his voice is fond sure, but he’s not saying it like he’s in love with her.
And then Mike’s telling her that he loves her but there’s literally no substance to back it up. They don’t have any romantic moments or connections. They have season one and teaching El stuff- but that’s not romantic at all. They don’t have anything like ‘crazy together’ or ‘it felt like I lost you or something’ or ‘best friends’ or ‘I’ve got him’ or ‘you okay? You sure?’ or ‘and you said yes’ or romantically coded fights (they’ve got fights that are break up coded for sure) or staring into each other’s eyes or sleeping next to the other when they’re sick and the doctors don’t know how to fix it or conversations about their feelings or literally any genuine connection that can be seen as romantic
It’s not there. And they both know it. But it’s about forced conformity and Will feels like a mistake and El feels like a monster and Mike feels like a self pitying idiot- and now they’re in a room together across the country and Max is dying and they don’t know if El will be okay. And it’s bad.
And at the end of it? Will’s sad, Mike’s resigned to his fate and El’s angry. And they’re all gay I will die on this hill.
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the1trueanon · 2 years
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everythiingoes · 2 years
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i think we can all agree that the last few minutes of this episode were very bittersweet and somewhat heartbreaking but it wasn’t just because of the what was supposed to be forever goodbye between porsche and kinn, the kiss and the hug that spoke louder than any words ever could, it wasn’t kinn once again protecting porsche and in doing so getting hit by a bullet, it wasn’t porsche coming back to help kinn, both of them proving over and over again that they are willing to sacrifice themselves for the other…
no it was (for me at least) the last scene before the screen turned black, it was porsche getting hit by something worse than a bullet, it was the look on his face, the sinking realisation that his last chance to escape, to go back to his life, to his brother, to his friends, to get away from all those crazy people and from the crazy world he does not belong to, that this little light of hope was what he decided to give up when he came back for kinn
and i think it sets up an interesting precedent for how their relationship is about to unfold… because it’s sort of like a “i came back for you but now i’m stuck here again” which is not the best way to start a relationship. so yeah what i’m trying to say is that i’m really looking forward to seeing what’s there next for them, how are they going to resolve this, are they going to go back to their old ways? are they going to ignore the whole thing? is it going to be like a “it is what it is” sort of situation? or are they going to, together, try to find a place for themselves that they can exist in and thrive in?
because how much are they really willing to sacrifice and how big the sacrifice can be before their own world starts collapsing around them?
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leafboy-the-great · 2 years
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I was born.
I was born, and as I learned to speak,
I learned I was a "girl".
I enjoyed being a girl.
The dresses were freeing
The dolls made me smile.
I got older.
I got cautious.
Learned that being a girl comes with danger.
Learned that people could be mean.
And friends could be cruel.
Learned I was queer.
Learned that maybe being a "girl"
Wasn't for me.
I moved on.
I moved schools.
Shit got worse.
I lost who I thought i was.
Met a guy who ruined me.
I couldn't be the same.
I cut my hair.
I changed my name.
I left Sabrina behind.
And there they were, Oz.
I learned about Oz.
I learned that Oz was similar to her.
Oz liked the dresses and the dolls.
Oz liked being a "girl"
Just like her,
But didn't like being HER.
Oz couldn't stand her.
Not because she was a woman.
Not because she was Sabrina.
Not because she was bullied and teased.
But because they belonged to THAT.
To HIM.
I'm not a man.
I'm not a woman.
I'm not a victim,
Nor a bystander.
I am not His Property.
I am not his game.
I am not the girl i once was.
Nor the girl he wanted.
I am strong.
I am free.
I like dresses.
I like dolls.
I like mud and trees and grass and dirt and apples and water and rocks and music and the way graphite drags along a page.
I am wholly, truly,
Undeniably Oz.
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heirofnepeta · 1 year
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I fuckinG HATE FAYGO SO GODAMN MUCH ORHVHVGSGSV KILLING AND MIRDERONG AND STABBING AND RIPPING ANS TEARING AT FAYGO I HATE IT AO GODDAMN .UCH I WILL SLAUGHTER THE MINNESOTAN FUCK WHO INVENTED IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASJWBJDHDBJWJWBSNCPPABQVXXIUEHUEURYDHBX8382HB2BW99DHDB
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charcoalowl · 2 years
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This has been in my head for days now. 
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yelenaa-romanova · 1 year
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I HATE THE FCKING PORN BOTS
I'M BLOCKING LIKE 100 OF THEM EVERY DAY PLS MAKE IT STOP
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enhaheeseung · 2 years
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Lemme expose myself real quick I literally used to compare my works to others all the time based off of likes and comments and how they wrote their stories I was upset and even thinking of quitting this account for that very reason now that I think about it it’s literally so dumb to feel like that cause everyone is different you’re not always going to be as good as someone else and you should never compare cause I learned that I have my own style my own lane and my own supporter’s and my own ideas
With all that being said if anyone is thinking about making an account to write then do it cause you want to share your imagination with the world cause no amount of likes will matter at that point even if it’s just one person enjoying your writing then do it cause that’s where the real joy comes in sharing something you love with someone else there’s no better feeling
And even with a thousand followers my numbers and comments still fluctuate cause some posts you make reach different audiences you could get 1k likes and then 2 hundred on your next work it doesn’t mean what you wrote is bad it just means not as many people are seeing it
I’m glad I found this out early on cause if I hadn’t we wouldn’t have got such works from me like “angel” or “train ride home” and many others what I’m really trying to say is if you want to do something do it like really go for it
I started this account cause I used to read so many fanfics but none of them had the plot or storyline I wanted so in the beginning I wrote for myself but now thanks to all the support everyone is showing me I began to write for you all
It makes me happy when I make something that someone else is enjoying and even though I basically only write smut somehow it’s turned into something more than that for me there’s just this overwhelming feeling of when someone is appreciating something you made it’s indescribable really but if I had to put a name to it ultimately it makes me feel happy
Let’s just say I came a long way from the clown behavior and definitely leveled up from that goofy status lmao
I have so many great ideas and plots coming and I can’t wait to release them im finally becoming confident to be myself and open up to everyone tumblr is like my little safe place cause being an introvert is hard 🥲
So just know you’re all getting the raw uncut version of me
This is starting to get really long but I hope you’ll read through it all just remember to always enjoy what you do and never compare yourself cause to someone else you’re their favorite and this applies to life not just in writing but I’m going to let you all go I’m sure you’re all busy but if you took the time to read this thank you and I love you.🤎
I’m gonna go now and let’s continue this journey of simping for heeseung 😭😂
have a great day/night☺️
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howabhwmwn · 1 year
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Its 10pm, its totally okay that my teammates havent given me feedback to my concept art. It doent mean they hate it. Its just not workhours. Maybe theyve seen it and didnt have the energy to respond even if they liked it. I like changing concepts, even if I get critique, its my favourite part of concept art. Getting to redesign something after feedback. Im just scared because im scared of everything all the time. This has nothing to do with them, they dont hate me. They also dont hate my work. Its just my brain being mean
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You know what makes me really happy? Reading the tags under my art that say things like: "This inspired me to take up my pens again." "Your art makes me want to try another style." etc.
That's what I'm living for, people. Create. Try things out. Have fun with it. I'm not doing anything else. In contrast to some of the amazing people on here, I'm not an artist. Meaning: I have never earned money with my art, I have never learned a thing about art. I do it in my free time, just playing around and observing.
Also: I'm learning as I go. The ink pens? You all saw my first attempts with them. Watercolour? I love, love, love the style, but I'm wildly uncomfortable with them. So sometimes I will take a deep breath, get out my brushes and tell myself: "Time for a learning experience again." Yeah.
So again: Make art yourselves. Have fun.
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deadcaptainn · 1 year
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I really wish I had more pictures of you bud but this is the only one I can find. I’m sorry man. I’m sorry you probably weren’t treated the best. You would’ve done so much better as an only cat but you weren’t and I’m sorry about that. Did you know your older brother had the same thing happen to him? And my biggest regret was I didn’t have any pictures of him. Here I am again. Gods man I’m so sorry.
I hope where ever you’re going is better than here Hopper. I love you.
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motherconfessors · 1 year
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For the first time in eight years, I’m single... 
It’s been okay, so far. I mis the habits I formed around my partner, but I like having my own space and I like the free time I have. I’ve been getting into more exercise, which is great. I wish I was getting into more writing, but alas...
Now, I’ve harboured a work crush with a colleague who is 1. in a senior position to me 2. is one of the most interesting women I’ve had the pleasure to know 3. loves talking about sex as much as I do. All three important things. As of today, I’ve been working at my current role for a year and two months. I think I met the work crush around mid-early 2022 and immediately liked her. Given that we work on different floors, I mostly only saw at her events that revolved around alcohol. Whoo. 
Everything was fine because it was a teensy crush. Me, disaster lesbian meets total MILF. I didn’t think much of it.
And then we were at an event a month ago, and she ended up giving me both life and career advice that I treasure. It lead me to really consider the relationship I was in and the role I was working. Other things occurred––other people offering advice, etc.––but hers stuck out to me.
I meet her again at another alcohol infused event, and at this time I realised my teensy crush had grown into full blown attraction. 
I don’t desire a relationship with her but I desire her. 
The events of that night are hazy...but I recall her and I flirting as we usually do. Not in a serious “I bet your clothes would look good on my floor” but more in a “So you’re into older women?” She made it explicitly clear that night she enjoyed sleeping with women.
One specific event sticks out to me as me helping to unzip her dress so she could change into ‘comfy clothes’. I had begun undressing her and she had looked over her shoulder at me and said, “I bet you’ve been waiting all night to get me out of this dress.”
Harmless flirting. I left her be, talked with some of the others who’d returned to the office to drink and the group of us passed around wine, confessing stories about ourselves. 
During that, she had referred to me as newly on the market. I was not. I was still very much so in the same relationship as before and she BLEW UP at me for that. Telling me I deserved better. (two days later I broke-up with my girlfriend, but it wasn’t because of her. I had reached out to my old roommate who’d reminded me that if my partner wasn’t able to give me what I desired in life, what I was working towards?). 
Still. I continued to text the colleague. At first our texts were salacious and then we both affirmed two things. One, I wasn’t interested in a relationship with me, and two, while she enjoyed sleeping with women, she wasn’t interested in a relationship with them.
It helped my brain, I’ve never been someone to ‘chase’ another person so I put the feelings I had for her, aside. I could desire her, and should she call, I would follow, but I knew that my heart was to remain my own. 
I don’t know if she truly desires me––today we asked about each other’s types and she mentioned about the things she likes in women, and I couldn’t help but draw comparisons to how we interact with another... and yet, it could all be coincidence. She may not even think of me in that way.
The biggest thing that has me caught in her web is that very early on, during our more explicit messages about what we liked/didn’t like (something I’ve discussed with friends before!) she mentioned that she likes to drive a person crazy with desire. 
Her texts remain, on average, detailed. She replies less often, however and I can categorise that into different ways: she doesn’t like me as much as I like her in the platonic way (which is most likely true, and yet her texts remain detailed so I’m uncertain if she’s been polite); She’s busy and not connected to her phone (extremely likely, I know for a fact she’s a busy person); She’s holding restraint OR she playing with me. I doubt these are true, but my brain has been niggling on them.
As much as I may hope that she finds me desirable, the truth is that I desperately wish to hold onto her as a friend more than anything. She’s an incredible person, very intelligent and one of three people I’ve ever found myself making an instant connection with. And yet...despite what I want, that want to be friends may not be reciprocated in the same way.
I think that would sting more. 
Alas, we shall see. Tune in on Thursday when I meet her for a drink to see what occurs. Probably nothing. 
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