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sleep-ily · 10 months

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Protesting moms 4 liberty in Lakewood, WA

#Me #mine #protest #protect POC #protect trans youth #book ban #moms 4 liberty

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manta-is-yelling · 11 months

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White people stop going into the comment sections of poc posts talking about peaceful protests and suggesting we get violent.

The only protection we have that offers us a semblance of safety is remaining peaceful. If it even looks like we're organizing violence, especially in public forums, that endangers us, our livelihoods, and our families.

What the fuck is wrong with some of y'all?

#protest #protect poc #black lives count #black lives have always mattered #protect black peoples

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plague-vulture · 1 year

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filling my silly little essay about recreational drug legalization with my silly little anti-police values 🥰🥰

#anyways legalize drugs and abolish the cops #anti cop #leftism #police abolition #protect poc

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raynedayys2 · 2 months

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Trans men deserve to live.

Trans women deserve to live.

Nonbinary people deserve to live.

Genderfluid people deserve to live.

Trans masc people deserve to live.

Trans fem people deserve to live.

Gender non conforming people deserve to live.

POC trans people deserve to live.

Disabled trans people deserve to live.

Neurodivergent trans people deserve to live.

All trans people should be allowed to be live a safe & happy life.

#text post #lgbtq #lgbt #trans #transgender #nonbinary #genderfluid #gender non conforming #neurodivergent #disabilities #trans poc #queer poc #protect trans lives #protect trans kids

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gaygayhomesexualgay · 7 months

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"theyre hating me because my views are different" you think minorities shouldnt be seen as people

#lgbt pride #lgbtq #lgbtq community #lgbtqia #transgender #trans pride #gay #trans rights #lgbt agenda #poc #blm #protect asian lives #defund the police #acab1312 #neurodiversity #neurodivergent #anti autism speaks #feminism

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septembermonologues · 2 months

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i need someone to shake orym's heavy, tense little shoulders and repeat this to him with aabria's same intention and care

#hearing him say he didn't feel like enough to protect his friends back in NIIRDAL-POC feels like a punch to the gut #k watches exu prime #exu prime: beyond the heart city #orym of the air ashari #critical role

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littlefankingdom · 6 days

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"How can Toshiro loves Falin when he dislikes Laios that much? Another man seeing an autistic woman as a "manic pixie girl" but who would treat her badly."

Yeah, Falin and Laios are totally the same person. It's not like Falin is more reserved and Laois is more loud and extroverted, so Toshiro is more comfortable with with her because of that. Not at all. (/huge sarcasm)

#laios touden #toshiro nakamoto #falin touden #dungeon meshi #stop finding excuses to be racist and to deny that that man is also nd #I'm a lot like him in my nd behavior and I am so uncomfortable when people gets too loud #poc and nd behaving like Toshiro unit to protect him

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piinkyypriincess · 4 months

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SOUR CHERRY MASTERPOST

Luke Castellan x OC

"Fuck the God's, angel, your mine."

Main Paring ~ Luke Castellan x Daughter of Oizys!OC

Warnings ~ Mentions of depression, anxiety, eating issues, unhealthy obsessions, anger, and death.

Spoilers ~ A ton‼️

Summery of entire story ~ Below.

Chapters ~ Under the break.

Status ~ On-Going.

The poets claimed that failure wasn't fatal.

They swore that success was on the tip of every person's tongue as long as they swallowed their mistakes and spat out the courage to prevail.

The Gods claimed that power and glory mattered the most.

They swore that dying a hero's death for Olympus, in the name of the Gods and for the Gods, was fulfillment for Demi-Gods.

Oh, how they were so very wrong. Nisha always knew that they were wrong.

She knew failure like she knew her palms. She smelled disappointment just as much as she smelt pine at Camp Half-Blood.

Nisha with no last name is the daughter of Oizys, an absolute failure and disappointment to everyone.

She manages to live up to her mother's dubbed name as she changes everything in the course of Olympian history and nothing at the same time.

After all, no good deed goes unpunished.

The good thing about being the embodiment of disappointment is that you could never be disappointed; punishment Nisha would take with a grin, failure she would embrace with cold hands.

Perseus Jackson and Lucus Castellan were born for greatness. Their prophecy would reign true, and Nisha would die to see it come to fruition.

꒰･‿･๑꒱

Chp 1 ~ Failure and Success, Only One Step Apart

Chp 2 ~ Failure is Sucess (Nisha's Version)

Chp 3 ~ Diverging Pathways of Fate.

All Other Chapters ~ Unpublished, In The Works!

Cross Posted On ~ AO3 and Wattpad!

Last Updated ~ 02/08/2024

꒰･‿･๑꒱

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ladyrijus · 1 year

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I feel like there's something to be said about how the Sheikah and the Gerudo are essentially two sides of the same coin.

This is how I see it: The Yiga Clan reflects the Gerudo from Ocarina of Time where both groups are ostracized and persecuted to a point where there is little room for compromise or coalition with the Royal Family. Hell, these people even live in the desert and are called thieves (which is just Hyrule's shorthand for "we've killed so many of them and left the rest to fend for themselves in a place that bears little to no resources needed for survival") just like the Gerudo.

And it's heartbreaking in a way, how Urbosa calls the Yiga members traitors instead of realizing she's looking at a mirror of what her people had once endured. Especially since the game heavily implies that her involvement as a Champion is largely characterized by her effort to try and redeem her tribe since the events of Ocarina of Time to the rest of Hyrule for something that was not even their fault.

Sure, there is no denying that Ganondorf was ultimately misguided in his conquest for power, but there's the part that goes unsaid where Demise ensured that his hatred would reincarnate, no? And well, hatred isn't mindless. It cannot exist without a trigger.

The Royal Family of Hyrule forced his hand, just like it forced the Sheikah's. And the sooner Urbosa could have realized that, then the sooner she would have understood why the Yiga were so hellbent on vengeance.

#maybe i'm just speaking out of my ass but #the poc in me always raises an eyebrow at the way the yiga is portrayed because like... they have every right to be mad lmao #and urbosa being the one to take shit personally about the yiga just seems... idk out of character?#like i get it you're protective of zelda but you're also the chief of your people think of the impact the hylian monarchy has on them #loz #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #ocarina of time #sheikah #yiga clan #gerudo #loz meta #urbosa #ganondorf #demise

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captainninej · 1 year

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isn’t it funny how. just as everyone was learning how awful matty healy is and even her fans began to question taylor. just as everyone realised it was wrong to hate joe alwyn for absolutely no proof and that maybe taylor was unfair to him. she drops ‘you’re losing me’ and now everyone is on her side again, sending buckets of hatred towards him and even turning around and saying ‘matty is doing what joe didn’t give taylor’. ‘she was lying in lavender haze’ when she said she didn’t want to be married’.

i’m sick of the infantilisation of this woman and the petty way she weaponises her fan base against people in her life. the song is pretty and sad i’ll admit that, but this was *extremely* calculated to stop speculations about taylor cheating and instead send hate to joe again and paint taylor as the victim. take two seconds to extricate yourself from up her ass and it’ll become clear that the timing of dropping this was very much to get the public’s sympathy back on her side again.

#i’m sorry taylor #you’re trying to get me to feel bad for you #and i don’t #not after ‘STAY OUT OF HER PERSONAL LIFE’ being shoved at me and other poc swifties #but now her personal life is all ours to dissect?#depends on the person i guess? whichever one is more racist gets more protection?#i still feel bad for joe #taylor’s lost me #taylor swift #you’re losing me #joe alwyn

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sstan-hoe · 1 year

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◇ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 ◇

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — pre-outbreak!joel miller × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — you love joel, but god he can't cook. Meaning it's time that he learns a thing or two! However having a daughter who finds it quite amusing could make things difficult.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — this is just pure fluff honestly, Joel trying to cook – he's pretty but damn he needs practice, this fanfiction is not 18+ anyone can interact with it! (the series is 16+ but there is nothing mentioned here however I don't advice it to anyone whose scared easily), reader has no specific race or anything just that she's from Germany and her great grandma made Quark Balls (Quarkkäulchen)

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — my first joel fic!!! I'm sooo excited and I have more planned, do you want more? reblog/comment and follow!!! let's see where Joel takes us on my blog :)

Coming home at same time as Joel was something that happened every fifth full moon, he always came home late while Sarah and you were home before five in the evening. Add to that, Joel more often than not broke his promise on coming home on time.

Now imagine your surprised expression as you walked into the house and saw Joel standing in the kitchen. Sarah sat at the table giggling to herself, watching her father who apparently tried to cook?

You sneaked up on him, Sarah already noticing you and trying to keep quiet. Peaking around Joel you wondered what he was doing, your man was peeling potatoes with a knife and almost cutting himself.

“Okay, enough of this torture,” you chuckled. Joel’s eyes widened the moment he heard your voice behind him. Quickly he turned around to face you with an akward smile.

“What exactly are you doing…,” you added and took the knife and potato gently from his hands. “Cooking, darlin’,” he trailed off which had you grinning, “I can see that, however I’m a bit concerned about your fingers,” you mused inspecting his fingers for any injuries.

His attempt on peeling potatoes was rather cute, but what was he trying to cook? “And what are you trying to cook?” snaking your arms around his waist to rest your chin on his chest.

“The Quark Balls your great grandma used to make, the ones you talk about doing all the time,” Joel leaned down to press his lips to yours as your heart began beating fast. You couldn’t wish for a better man.

“Where did you get the recipe?” you asked stunned, the book which held the recipe was with your grandma back in Germany.

Sarah stood up and came to your side with a proud smile, “she send it over, it took a little bit but today it came in the mail, and I went to the store to buy everything!” she told you excited, jumping up a little which was adorable. You hugged her to your side, “thank you,” you whispered kissing her forehead.

Your eyes found Joel’s and you couldn’t help but giggle, “let’s make those Quark Balls.” He released a protesting sound, “no, we, Sarah and I will make them, and you will sit here and look pretty.” His hands gently pushed you towards the table.

Shaking your hand, you took his from your waist, “I love you, but you just can’t cook,” you didn’t want to sound mean, but it was the truth.

Joel looked at you playfully offended, “you dare to say I can’t cook?” Pursing your lips together, “well…yeah,” “I thought you loved me!” You released a wholehearted laugh in which Sarah joined, “she’s right dad,” now his eyes were on his daughter who laughed uncontrollably by now.

“You’re my daughter, you’re supposed to be on my side!” Joel shook his head at his daughter and fixed his gaze on you.

“Oh, stop whining and let’s get this done,” you nudged his shoulders and got the potato peeler from the drawer, “this, is a tool which makes peeling potatoes easier,” you held up the peeler to your man’s face.

Giving Joel the peeler while you read over the recipe, Sarah went back to her previous seat to observe the both of you.

You grabbed a Tupperware bowl especially made for the microwave to make the potatoes cook faster. Suddenly you heard a noise from Joel, the man had cut himself.

“Oh, my love,” you spoke and turned around to him, trying to hold back a chuckle. The cut wasn’t deep, but it did bleed a little bit and given its place it would be an uncomfortable pain. “I’ll get a plaster,” Sarah stood up with a teasing smile, when she came back, she held a Winnie The Pooh themed bandage. “Really?” Joel asked with a pointed look at his daughter.

“Was the only one left,” she shrugged, but the smirk she hid from him told you that it was infect not the only one left. You put the plaster around Joel’s cut and kissed it before moving him back to peel the potatoes.

Lastly you got a grater along with a bowl from the cupboard and set them up for later. Joel was finished and looked at you for further instructions, “now we cook them,” a big question mark formed above his head at your words.

A chuckle escaped your lips, “what did you do before you met me?” you shook your head and put the potatoes into the Tupperware bowl and filled it with water until they were covered. “I got baby food and dad ate everything that was ready in five minutes,” Sarah enlightened you, earning a small glare from her father.

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” you joked nudging your hips against his, “okay, enough bullying me,” Joel told you in a stern voice that left no room for argument. You put the potatoes into the bowl and placed it in the microwave setting the timer at fifteen minutes.

“Sarah, have you done your homework yet?” you asked causing her to grimace and you already knew the answer, “then off you go.” She gave you a playful annoyed smile and went to her room, however you knew it wouldn’t take long until she was finished.

As soon as Sarah was upstairs Joel had you pressed against his chest and chin on your shoulder, “I’m not a bad cook,” he mumbled against your clothed skin.

You lifted your hand up to caress his stubbled cheek, “mhm, no you’re not,” you agreed turning around to wrap your arms around his neck. There was a hint of mock in your voice which Joel caught on and started tickling you, “no, no, no, Joel!” you squeaked.

He stopped tickling you and draw circles over your skin as he began pouting, “how can you be so mean to me? I’ve been nothing but good to you.”

You shook your head, suddenly a weird noise from the microwave got your attention. Furrowing your brows, you walked to the microwave and opened it, waves of water greeting you. Sighing you stopped the timer, noticing the missing lid, “Joel….” “Yes, my love, light of my life?” he asked with an akward smile.

“Did you forget to put the lid…on the bowl? You know water boils and might swap over,” you lectured him. Joel sighed, “yes, I did and yes, I know,” embarrassment spreading in him.

“Thank god you’re pretty,” you muttered and fixed his mistake. You weren’t mad at him, maybe a little bit as it was a silly mistake, but it can happen. Besides Joel never used the bowl before, this could be a part of the reason.

The timer still had ten minutes left so you took Joel and sat him at the table, “stay here and when I need my strong, pretty man I will call you,” you gave him a loving kiss on his lips.

Joel felt bad, he wanted to surprise you, but his lack of cooking skills made it hard. While he loved your cooking, he hated how you always had to cook for him while he sat there and did nothing. Of course, you told him it was okay however that didn’t ease the feeling.

After the timer was up you moved to get a bigger bowl to add the quark later, now you could use Joel. You didn’t want him to feel helpless.

Taking his hand, you positioned him in front of and gave him a grater, “rub the potatoes into the bigger bowl, careful hot. Then I will add the quark you can mix, sound good?” squeezing his hand.

“Sound’s good, darlin’,” he agreed and did as he was told, the task was a bit difficult given the state of the potatoes, but he mastered it. When he was done you added the quark, sugar and salt to the mix, as asked Joel mashed it together.

“Now we have a dough!” you exclaimed excitingly and clapped your hands. Just then Sarah was back and already eyed the finished mixture, with a knowing smile you grabbed her a spoon to make a taste test.

“More sugar,” she stated, handed you the spoon. You tried too and nodded, “agreed,” grabbing the sugar you added two more spoons.

Joel mixed again and Sarah gave you a thumbs up, “good now lets heat the pan,” it was time to bake the Quark Balls, “did you know that even tho it’s balls, they’re not balls? You take a little dough on a spoon and put it in the pan, then press it down so its max one centimetres thick. Meaning it’s actually Quark Flats,” you gave them a little lesson on the translation from German to English.

Frying them in the pan from both sides with a lot of butter to have golden brown. The first few were a bit too dark which was why you flattened them a little more and used less heat.

Sarah snatched the first one and groaned from the taste, “these are delicious,” she praised. You chuckled happily, “thank you,” holding one up to Joel who eagerly took it. He had the same reaction as his daughter, “darlin’ these are amazing,” he pressed as kiss to your cheek after slowing the last bit.

“I’m very happy you like them, I think Omi would be proud,” you told them with a smile, heart warming at the thought of your great grandma. She always made the best Quark Balls, better than anyone or anything.

“I think we should cook more often together,” Sarah said as she hugged your side, a laugh escaping you, “you didn’t do anything, little troublemaker.” “I was moral support!” she argued playfully.

𝑱𝑶𝑬𝑳 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹 — @jobean12-blog

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |I do have a taglist however it has conditions that must be followed — you can follow @sstanhoe-updates for updated without anything

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fluff #joel miller x poc!reader #joel miller x wife!reader #joel miller one shot #my protective miller daddy ✨️🤍

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asharestupid · 9 months

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Here are some witchy things you can do to help the shambles of the world rn:

- performing spells to diminish the power of Republicans, conservatives, terfs etc

- preforming good luck spells for Hawaii and healing spells for the people the fire has effected

- performing healing spells for the lgbt+, poc, etc communities

- watering your plants while reciting healing and protection spells to combat deforestation

- NOT BURYING PLASTIC/GLASS FOR SPELLS!! Don't bury things in glass/plastic/ other non-eco friendly bottles or jars or anything else!

- Also don't put those things in the sea/rivers/lakes!!

- make bracelets/necklaces/other things (if that's a thing you're interested in, you could buy them [or just not do this ofc, this isn't a list of requirements lol]) and charm them with healing/good luck/protection and donate them to homeless shelters or other places

- charm anything you donate honestly

- put protection spells on animals/bugs/plants you find!

I'm sure there's more but these are all I can think of rn. Again, this isn't a list of requirements it's just a thing I thought of while researching ways to help the environment. I wish you lots of luck with your endeavors!

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