#those unspoken words

[smallmightsupremacy]

Ok but I'm obsessed with the idea of Bakugou and Deku being awkward around each other after the war because they're only just becoming friends again

#can you imagine all those stolen glances and unspoken words between the two of them? #they have so much to say to each other but are too afraid of crossing a line and risking breaking the relationship they've rebuilt #and tbh if my childhood friend had a breakdown over my dead body on livestream I wouldn't know how to act around them afterwards #this is only at the beginning though. Once they talk everything out I have no doubt they'll be the most comfortable w each other #bkdk #bakudeku #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[hella1975]

sometimes i think about the fact my grandparents literally overnight just cut us off and im like. how did u even do that. does it torment you

#eeaao's 'how did you let me go so easily' moment. like i dont let myself even THINK about this too often #bc i immediately beat myself back with the 'if it's hard for you then imagine how hard it is for mum. her PARENTS cut her off' #but like. idk. my nan i couldn't give less of a shit about which is something i always find so interesting #bc even as a child with NO basis for it or any understanding of her behaviour both past and present i still wasn't Comfortable around her #like children are smart actually. i just Knew her vibes were off and i Knew my mum was weird when she was around #like i truly dont think i ever loved my nan even when she was a very frequent part of my life #but my grandad? i ADORED him. id see him multiple times a week and he's the kindest man ive ever met #and hannah what i told you about my mum saying certain people have magnetic auras THAT WAS ABOUT HIM #like i cant actually put into words what it was about him but people just wanted to know him and spend time with him #but he was weak and let my nan walk all over him and when push came to shove he chose her and now ive not spoken to him in 3 years #& i KNOW he loved me. he thought the world of me like it's a bitter unspoken thing between me & my sister that we KNOW i was his favourite #he used to buy me egg butties at agricultural shows when my mum said no and specifically ask for two eggs #he used to sit and eat his soup with me when he came over to do work at the house #he used to play with me. he used to smile all the time. i can so clearly hear the way he'd go ''iya [my name]' with his proper rural accent #or how he'd tell anyone who would listen 'she's tough as old boots that one' #and i could make him laugh like NO ONE else could and he'd light up and go 'give over' and he genuinely enjoyed my company #i KNOW HE DID. and i havent spoken to him in 3 years. he'll be dead soon #and i cant talk to my mum about it bc it's her DAD it is so much worse for her and i cant talk to my sister about it #bc she wasn't close with him like i was and she just shuts the conversation down and those are the only two people #who know my grandad and know what he meant to me so im just here like. he literally stopped speaking to me overnight #i stopped hearing from him i stopped meeting up with him im so so angry with him the love is still there i dont know where to put it now #why couldnt he stay. why did he pick her when she's a loveless void of inhumanity. why werent we enough #hella goes home #my grandparents on my dad's side are also not in the picture funnily enough but idgaf about them. she got that grandparentless swag

[variousqueerthings]

hawkeye and margaret and their patient/doctor kink (he’s the patient, she’s the doctor, he calls her sir)

#hawkeye pierce #margaret houlihan #MASH #this goes under my: #aromantic hawkeye #could also tbh be: #asexual hawkeye #also ofc #aromantic margaret #the way she describes why she wants to marry/be in relationships #the way she reacts when she's actually IN those relationships #tied of course to the way all these men expect her to be #the way she and hawkeye seem to have an instinctive (unspoken because what are the words) understanding of their mutual #inability to conform to the standards expected to them vis a vis romantic love #and ofc the gender of it all -- doctor is gender and sir is pronoun #and and ofc the mad of it all #and hawkeye can relinquish his brain for a bit/turn off the thoughts

[koifsssh]

roxanne + masq au = oh my god

you guys dont understand

#im taking you by the shoulders and im shaking you #could you imagine #THE DRAMA... #the drama... #two residents dancing a dance of unspoken feelings #secrets and lies taint words #strings both pulling them along as they can only give each other longing glances #OH MY GOODNESS. #eyes are watching so they can only keep their mouths shut #the walls have ears too. so you could say their dance is the only way they can communicate #RAH. BWAH. BAHHHH. #one resident has to pull away. for they have duties to attend to. they dont want to leave their partner in the dark but they must #lest those strings pull again and they're back at square one #the other just wants to understand. to desperately know what ails the other. #but they can only smile at eachother. but behind those eyes are hesitation and hurt #they both know that each of them know of the dance they must take part in is a quiet one #mutual understanding just hurts them both #GOD. #GOD... #IM SO. ILL. #“Why does my heart cry?” BAH. BAHHHHHH. #“you're free to leave me... but just dont deceive me... and believe me when i say... i love you.” #STOP. #BWAH. #god forbid their mouths open lest those eyes swallow them whole #they can only play their parts... #im crying you dont understand #ITS SO. TRAGIC. #Day if you see this... just know i am brainrotting so hard... #fish thoughts

[purplesaline]

Trigger warning for medically assisted death

I learned something today. As a Canadian I'm incredibly lucky that we have access to MAID (medical assistance in dying). Not to say it doesn't have it's issues, which it does and I have no problem being very loud about those issues, but when you have a family member suffering from terminal cancer and they've exhausted all possible treatments that have a chance if prolonging their life those issues don't really come into play. That's not what I learned by the way, just a little bit of background.

What I learned is that gathering to be with your loved one while they die is very similar to a funeral. In fact, for me at least, it's more effective than a funeral.

Funerals are supposed to be a way to allow people to say goodbye to someone who has died, to get closure. More often than not there wasn't a chance to do that before the person died. It allows you to get together and remember the person and grieve, and for a lot of people that works really well. It's never really helped me much though. Between my ADHD "Now" and "Not Now" time blindness and object stasis (it's not really onject impermanence bit that's a discussion for another time), and my belief that there is no after life, we just.. end, a funeral doesn't provide me any of that closure it seems to for most people. The only thing a funeral does is cause me pain because I'm overwhelmed by seeing so many people emotionally hurting.

But gathering as a family today with my mom, getting to say goodbye to her and have her say goodbye to us, having the support of other people who loved her as much as I did while we watched her fall asleep and then stop breathing, and then going back to the house with everyone to eat and help each other co-regulate? That was as much closure as I think my weirdly wired brain is ever going to be able to get.

I don't have much experience with death. The only two people in my life who have died were very old (80+), so I didn't know how I would handle being there today. I thought it might be too hard, seeing everyone be so sad. I wasn't worried about my own grief, I long ago accepted this outcome and I'm very happy she had the option to die with dignity and go out on her own terms, but I was worried about how I'd cope with other people's grief.

It wasn't hard though, it was quite the opposite. It was one of the easiest things I've ever done. I think a large part of that was that no one was uncomfortable seeing other people upset (like they usually are), and we were all really happy for her and grateful so there was no resentment or denial, just sadness and relief.

Actually I take that back. Lance was very distressed to see so many people upset and not be able to fix it. I had him in his vest for the first time in years (mom was in the hospital and I didn't want to leave Lance in the car case while I could have managed without him it was so much easier with him there. I took a couple of decompression breaks and we went and visited some of the other patients which always makes me happy).

But other than Lance no one else was uncomfortable and it was really just an incredibly cathartic experience and I'm really glad I chose to go (mom gave us the option. She said she'd like us there but it was okay if we didn't want to be). I knew I'd regret it down the line if I didn't go, and that instinct was spot on.

I'm sure that not everyone will find the experience as positive and healing as I did, but if you ever find yourself in the position to choose whether or not to be there with someone as they die and you're one the fence about it I hope this helps you make a more informed choice, whichever option ends up being the best one for you.

For me, this experience granted me a peace above and beyond my acceptance of her death that I wasn't expecting, and I'm really grateful for that. If I was a spiritual person I'd even say I was blessed.

I love you so much mom. You fought so hard and I'm so glad that your last moments got to be peaceful ones.

#the second to last thing she said to me #was that she was sorry I hadn't found my Cinderella #but that maybe I should be looking for a pinderella instead #(paraphrased cause my brain doesn't store memories well when I'm upset) #man those palliative care drugs are wild! #I *think* what dhe meant was that perfect doesn't exist #and I shouldn't hold out hoping for it to find me #it's okay mom #I'm not single because my standards are too high #I'm single because I'm not able to really leave my house #and other people's standards sail right over me l #lol #the last thing she said was that she loved me #and there was so much unspoken in those three words #so much she didn't know how to say in that moment #and all I could say back was that I loved her #because I didn't know how to give voice to everything I wanted say either #and it was perfect #and once my brain finally catches up thay she's really gone #and not just out of sight #I'm gonna miss her so much. #I wrote a song for her and played it for her #and she really liked it and said it made her want to go to sleep #so I played it on my phone's speaker for everyone while the doctor injected the drugs into the IV #and she went to sleep for the last time #It made it feel like more of a ritual I think #I know it helped me to listen to it instead of just silence #I wrote it to say goodbye to her #I'm so glad I got enough of it done that I could share it with her

[sbeep]

hello ur indulgent skyrim oc content has inspired me to be that indulgent with my own skyrim ocs and s2g its literally all ive thought about the last 24 hours and i am rebuilding my worldstate from the ground up thank u

<3 Honestly whats it all for if we can't indulge ourselves?

#and TES just doesn't have those same community/fandom unspoken rules #we can do what we want here #go bananas #Especially feeling this because for so long i knew NO ONE who wanted to RP anything elder scrolls #and a couple of friends have written stuff with me over the years and i adore collab writing #though TES is just like... there in my brain all the time #someone can say Boo and ill say Boethiah??? #so i finally just went for it and wrote my own stuff again like I did when i was 13 and deciding what to spend my pocket money on #oh whats this game M O R R O W I N D on sale? lets give it a go #and the rest is history #about 40k words of history

[zukkaoru]

no one look at me i'm thinking about the parallels between camp half-blood having very few campers who are adults bc most demigods don't make it that long vs. the only non-higher up sorcerers in jjk being younger than thirty bc most sorcerers don't make it that long--

#i can't like. put it into words but it's like #it's about the inevitability of tragedy #how you can see the blood and bones of the past in the Lack #the lack of adult demigods. the lack of older sorcerers. it's the emptiness that gives the warning #and yet. what can you do but continue down the same path? #it's about how the people in charge (the higher ups / the gods) try to cover up the tragedy #no one is allowed to speak about what really happens to demigods and sorcerers #but you can See it #you can see that camp half-blood is sparse and most of the campers are young #you can see that the jujutsu world is in need of more sorcerers and the ones they Do have are young adults / students #it's about how the unspoken is made clear when you really Look #it's about how even when tragedy remains unwritten you can see it in those who are left behind #the difference is percy sees the early deaths most heroes face and says NO that will NOT be me #the difference is percy's mother gave him the name perseus because the original perseus was one of the few heroes who got a happy ending #while itadori accepts his tragic fate. he accepts that he needs to die #his mother gave birth to him specifically so he could be sukuna's vessel - so he could be used #and then so he could die. because itadori was only ever supposed to be temporary - sukuna was always supposed to be that body's #final inhabitant #the difference is percy brings hope when he survives the titan war - survives the prophecy that everyone assumed would kill him #but itadori is not allowed to bring hope. all he can do is die and take sukuna with him #(the difference is pjo isn't a tragedy - it's a twist on myths where the hero doesn't die a painful death #while itadori was born into a tragedy - a story in which there is no room for hope) #haha anyway #hello grace here #also i'm gonna copy the first half of these tags in a reblog bc i can only communicate my thoughts accurately in tag rambling format

[navramanan]

I go through these short periods of time feeling very okay and good even only bc i distract myself from what pains me until it catches up again and the cycle repeats itself

#i think it's verrrrrrrrry close to catching up again after i've had normal 2 weeks lol #so many ifs and buts and would things be better had i made a different decision lived in a different place or time etc #but i'll never now i'll always only have the here and now and the unchangeable past #and the very incertain scary future i'm trying so so so hard to be hopeful about but seeing things as they are right now. i really dont kno #i can only fake it to some point. i cant fake it till i make it. i'll fall apart countless times and then wont make it anyway #i feel like. i feel like all the circumstances i've been in have all always been against me #like i'm the only unlucky one among the people i know #i try so so so hard to remind myself that people who seem to have it so much better have their own problems too #but then also i remember something i wrote down once as a teen. the phrase you typically hear #''i have been battling (?) with this problem but am lucky enough to have a support system / loving friends etc'' #and idk how right i am with thinking this way but no matter what problems you have. #it's the toughest thing to lack deep connections with at least 1 person ideally like 3 i guess bc it's such a fundamental thing #you know having someone you can ALWAYS turn to without feeling bad and you know that they can and do turn to you too #and i do have a few wonderful friends i love so so much but i feel and know that no one needs me like i need them #every friendships feels so fragile to me. no one depends on me turns to me for advice or to vent etc #and when i feel like i need to do any of those things i cant turn to any of them #there's still inevitably a sort of disconnect i feel #and it terrifies me that i'll never find someone i connect with on a deeper level and it's mutual and we both can depend on each other #and there are no boundaries no shame no unspoken words #i dont know how true any of my feelings are but. but yeah #nesi rants

[maxfieldparrishes]

thoughts™ about atn

So... apparently there’s going to be a wedding in book 4? Here are my Thoughts about who’s getting married, and no, I do NOT think it will be Harryanthe:  

No one is getting married - it’s a flashback to before the Resurrection (John and Alecto, perhaps? Depending on what’s revealed about her/what she’s revealed to be) and Tazmuir is likely chortling into her video game controller at our Wild Mass Guessing

or, more plausible, 

It’s Coronabeth getting married to one of the Blood of Eden leaders, probably Crown Him with Many Crowns or, maybe less likely, Unjust Hope. Imagine it - a princess of Ida, marrying a fucking Blood of Eden leader. It has practical advantages, sure, but mostly... imagine the drama it would cause, for both sides. Imagine the chaos. And what is Coronabeth, exactly, if not a gun waiting and wanting to go off?

#the locked tomb #alecto the ninth #tlt #coronabeth tridentarius #atn #yes i think coronabeth is going to go full rogue with the boe who doesn't give a fuck #and yes i absolutely think she'd get married to cause as many Problems On Purpose for as many people as she possibly could #and i think it's fairly likely that judith is actually underestimating how deeply radicalized (her words not mine) corona has become #and this radicalization has been compounded by corona's own self-esteem issues #which stem in large part from the empire's unspoken-but-nonetheless-present belief that if you're not a necro you don't matter #her parents resent her for her lack of necromantic ability #her ''normalcy'' drives a large wedge between her and her beloved sister that she wants to bridge but literally can't #and now she's in a spot where she's a high-value asset and look! these people are like me! they don't hold my lack against me! #in fact they value me MORE because i can't do those things! #corona has been Validated for what might likely be the first time in her whole fucking life and she will not let that go without a fight #judith and her steadfast loyalty to the emperor undying be damned

[sugaroto]

Tiktok realized I was feeling off with my friend before I did

#pov: you slowly start hating your bsf *song on the back sick of your voice sick of your face sick of~* #and i was like whaattt noooo i dont hate *him* and thought of that one while at the time we supposedly were a trio #i saw two tiktoks like that #and then he send me one like 'haha why is tiktok showing me that?' or something #haha lmao dude same!! i also saw 2 of those i dont understanddd #and its been months #and just the other day i was talking with my mom and i told her how I felt and how hes been annoying me for no reason or done/said stuff #that bothered me #sbsjjsjs #and also. the last months im speaking daily with someone else and maybe not even exchange a word with my 'bsf' even though we sit together #in the bus and like- when sometimes i compare the 2 of them or how their reactions to stuff i say are- #idk i feel like hes constantly judging me or doesn't care about what I have to say so sometimes i dont even bother #like at this point im looking forward to the days hes not taking the bus back home so i can listen to music instead of sitting in silence #its an unspoken rule to always sit on the same place and i dont want to break it. even though the other day he was like 'sit on the front #cause im studying' #ahhshs ugh the other day I was like 30 minutes anxious he would judge me about something I did wrong but he never did #like am i just making shit up?? idk sometimes he just annoys me and i feel like an asshole cause we've been friends for so many years but #i do feel a better treatment by the new people im hanging out with most of the time like; #i never pay attention when you talk/oh yeah i remember that random thing you mentioned last year #and like i get he doesn't care about what we were talking about but literally saying 'i never pay attention to you 2' like ok. why even #talk to each other then? ... Also im sick of everyone who says shit like 'once we graduate we'll never see each other again' like yeah #if you have an attitude like that. like half of us are neighbors. i literally heard someone say 'can we be friends until july to go to the #concert?' and the other person was like why are you talking like that why wouldn't we be? and my bsf is one of those people who cant wait #to graduate and never return here #...oof ok im gonna go take a bath Goodbye #sugarenia talks #sugarenia diary #sugarenia has friends #sugarenia doesn't have friends

[trashcanalienist]

#i was once upon a time taken to a very deep place and it was soft earth and safe darkness down there #pressure unbearable to mortal skin was a loving embrace to me. abstract warmth of the ancient grave. #i wish i was there every single day. #there's a redness to the filtered light you imagine which breathes with gentle words unspoken since the dawn of idiot intelligence #i think the sun is blue. harsh blinding and sometimes it carves into me and i feel like the trembling stumbling maggot that i am. #weak white flesh wobbling. from those words that took my hands within them - wawling indeed. #it is so shiveringly terrible to live here as one not alive. sometimes i am set into this state where i am scared of every thing that moves #in malicious ways. which is every thing the human filth have wrought upon the ground where my friends all lie. #too many people lost. the longer we live the more we lose. i live by the words and the voices of those no longer here #i was not supposed to be here. drowned a long time ago and i should have done more recovering penance in the earth's depths #the umbra calls to me. silver odd and fleeting. dappled shadows ringing like metal. if i must live then it should be in a cacophanous #reflection like that one. #i miss the sunflowers and the bright hot laziness i never experienced. those are the memories of my past or of the ghosts i've dragged with #me or simply something i've taken within myself without realizing. there were better days for the one who wasn't me. #i am so tired. #nonsense #words i speak #madnesses

[ggukkiereads]

hiii 👋💜 do you know this au where yn is jk’s soulmate but he has other soulmate? i think it also has something to do with time and a countdown appears when they’re near to their soulmates. i think its called “defects” but i cant really find it 😖

🌷 Oh wow, I was just talking to someone about this author but they’ve deactivated a long time ago so all their writings like Defects, Of You, Honestly, that Yoongi we got married fic are deleted too. I saw them re-made an account and they’ve been writing drabbles (which I have reblogged in the past) but I haven’t seen the old ones reposted. Sorry 🥺 I know that we have favorites we go back to even when years have passed. 

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#I am hesitant to post the author's link because they might get hounded with asks about their old fics when it seems they want to focus on #new writings instead #so sorry if I won't be posting publicly #but you can DM me on my main if you want to know the writer's accounts! #🌷 chats #jeonsweets #jungkook x reader #defects #ze***yoon***t #jungkook soulmate au #fichunting #I just remembered this and I think I teared up when I read this #that ending scene I still remember - those unspoken words T_T

[tenshusuto]

⅋⅋ㅤ𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 ; ㅤ( always accepting ). anonymous : why do you think Mayuri is mad at you?

Ujimushi no Su — held locked inside powerful individuals, talented ... Kurotsuchi Mayuri was one of those deranged talents considered to be better off locked. Despite the lenient treatment in the underground, the guy was never idle but prominent to wreck something resulting in his isolation even from the rest of the prisoners.

ㅤ'' That's a good question, '' he absent-mindedly fiddled with something in his palm, the unpolished, slim shard of Tanzanite gemstone. Needless to say, he held a strong belief that someone like Mayuri could aid him to create something revolutionary, a legacy of sorts no one previously did. Kisuke wasn't wrong. That idea was powerful enough for any ambitions in wait to begin manifesting and blooming. It wasn't intentional at first, but during his time in Onmitsukidō, he started eavesdropping; on his conversations with other prisoners, on his kinetic manipulations with what Nest's poor interior offered, from liquids to objects. Hell, he even listed through all his files and talents archived within the facility. His ultimate acknowledgment of Mayuri's resilient dexterity became apparent the day he descended to the isolation cell to escort him out of there. Under the watchful eye of his supervision, all those lurking qualities could be put to use, and he was going to be there to stand by. Was it dangerous? But, of course. Kisuke was never delusional about the possibility that someone unstable like the mad scientist will be looking forward to his departure or might even try to speed up the process and orchestrate his elimination, he was ready for this part. Maybe, Mayuri still perceived him as his jailer and not equal? Maybe, he hated him? Maybe, not at all? Maybe, ... never mind.

He was not in the right state of mind to be making any assumptions, lowkey, he couldn't tell. If he asked Mayuri himself, he would likely end up with a dagger in his throat and Urahara wanted to laugh hysterically at such an amusing image.

ㅤTension in his shoulders rode by degrees with the final answer.

Smile grew neutral and a tad languid as he confessed, '' I think he's MAD that I'm still alive … '' And that's something that has been occupying his mind ever since. That he did not claim 12th Division according to their deal. That's what Urahara promised him; if one day he was about to die, Mayuri would get everything. So, naturally, this whole time Kisuke dwelled on the only 'logical' presumption that the reason behind Mayuri's harbored irritation, ( hatred ) towards his persona was linked to an indirect claim of his reward. And /him/ being alive served as a sort of trigger, a threat feeding Kurotsuchi's inner insecurities with languid possibility that if he ever gets pardoned, he could lose his spot as a Captain. Captaincy wasn't something Mayuri would give two damns about, but 12th Division, yes; he’s gotten his toys, his labs, his experiments, and all of that with no one to tell him to stop but himself. Once you get a taste of something that feels like 'being-truly-in-your-skin' you don't want to give it away, ever. It was too overwhelming, too liberating. Understandable ... this feeling, he wasn't at odds with it but akin. He almost felt the same when he was transferred from 2nd Division to the field he sacredly held as a sanctuary in his private quarters as 3rd seat. With emotions in retrospect ... this is why Urahara greatly respected Yoruichi's wise decision to recommend him for the position he at first felt rebellious about and did not want, but Shihōin heiress as his friend ( not superior ) least wished, to suffocate Kisuke's talents and repress them from expanding. And ... Mayuri in the Nest of Maggots was just like that gemstone, in his hand, dwelling in the dark, with no right place to put his potential. With no way to radiate colors unless shed a little light upon. And he needed more light than he would ever admit.

#... ㅤthe mysterious 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 noise ('NONY) / answered #Mayuri ; unexplored depths of blue #mentions of Mayuri #mentions of Yoruichi #a man withㅤ[ㅤ𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬ㅤ] ⇁ / headcanons #[ so many unspoken words are behind just those dialogues between himself and anon ] #[ what is this? ANGST alert ?? ]

[steveyockey]

In the absence of a clear and obvious angle to attack Bushnell’s protest, most likely due to his status as a serviceman that would make outright insulting him or suppressing the news itself scandalous, discussions on Western shores have now taken on the familiar framing of mental illness. In Time Magazine’s write-up of Bushnell’s death, the article finishes with a link to the suicide hotline, and asks readers to contact mental health providers if they are experiencing a “crisis.” Mark Joseph Stern, a writer at Slate, seemingly unasked, also wrote on Twitter/X:

“I strongly oppose valorizing any form of suicide as a noble, principled, or legitimate form of political protest. People suffering mental illness deserve empathy and respect, but it is wildly irresponsible to praise them for using a political justification to take their own life.”

Conviction does not exist to the American. To be willing to die in a selfless act for what they believe in only exists for those outside America's sphere of influence. Many will recall reporting on those who self-immolated in protest in Iran and in Russia for instance where this sort of approach, unwilling to engage with the root of its cause, would not even be entertained, let alone written and published with sincerity. The Arab Spring began with a self-immolation. The self-immolation of Buddhist monks in protest of South Vietnam’s persecution became defining images of the war and its corruption. Within America’s walls however, there is a belief, unspoken and ingrained from birth, that democracy allows for everyone’s voices to be heard and that its representatives are inherently inclined to respond to the people and their widespread wishes.

Desperation at inaction or complicity in terror and atrocity need not apply. Everyone incensed by their government to such an extent must simply have something wrong with them. To be able to go about one’s day knowing that children are screaming from the hunger that is eating their insides and that pregnant women are eating bread made from animal feed, and that the United States is supporting Israel’s creation of this famine, is apparently the real sign of well-adjustment.

Seamus Malekafzali, “The Words Burned Through His Throat: The Sacrifice of Aaron Bushnell,” February 26, 2024.

#seamus malekafzali #palestine

[uraniumglassgirl]

This scene. Forever on the brain. I love you nami i love you luffy i love you one piece

#i wanna see a video essay on this style. where the tension isnt ‘can the protagonist beat the challenge’ #but instead like. ‘can you muster up the courage to cast everything aside and be brave.’ #i love it so much. one piece is all about unspoken love #the ‘of course i love you. ive been by your side the whole time waiting for your word that its ok for me to act’ #i think later one piece has fallen away from it but theres some good scenes #corazon is a good example. i also loved in amazon lily #when boa gives luffy the choice between meeting his crew again or saving the lives of the gorgon sisters #and luffy bows so deeply that his hat rolls off his head and hes like ‘thank god. that means youll save those 2 right?’ #like luffys one dream of being the pirate king. that he never shuts up about and he’s been obsessed with since a young age #he’d throw it away in a heartbeat if it meant ruining the lives of 2 people. its not even a question for him

[ursie]

Brennan’s statement on Palestine :

[ ID: Statement from Brennan Lee Mulligan, on Instagram. It consists of three black squares with plain white text. The text reads as follows:

"I'm calling on my government officials to immediately demand a ceasefire and de-escalation in Gaza.

I applaud anyone and everyone calling for peace, with the understanding that real peace only exists if it deeply and honestly accounts for and fully ends violence in all its forms. Real peace addresses and corrects wrong-doing in the past and guards against it in the future. It goes hand in hand with justice and requires truth, restoration, reconciliation, reparation.

Peace cannot co-exist with collective punishment, ethnic cleansing and forced displacement. It cannot co-exist with blockades, embargoes, or with 2.2 million people, half of which are children, trapped with no hope of escape or political recourse. it cannot co-exist with murdered journalists, bombed hospitals, or years of protesters being shot and killed at the border. it cannot co-exist with illegal settlements, segregated roads, and the silent, imperial chill that settles over the gaps in the violence - the unspoken geopolitical consensus that a group of people need to unflinchingly accept permanent subjugation and occupation.

My hear breaks for every Israeli person who lost loved ones during the attacks of October 7th. It breaks for every Ukrainian person who has lost their loved ones. It breaks for every Congolese person who has lost their loved ones. I do not speak on behalf of Palestinians now because some lives are worth more than others. I speak on their behalf because I, and all Americans, have a responsibility to pressure our government because we are responsible for this. Some have said that this situation is complicated. The Unites States government clearly disagrees. It has definitively, categorically, militarily chosen a side, and I do not agree with that decision.

In wiring this, I have been wrestling with what I am sure many people like me wrestle with: There is a powerful narrative surrounding violence in the Middle East that asserts and ever-moving goalpost of self-education and study in order to even be qualified to have an opinion. As someone with a love of research, I have at times in my life fallen into the trap that I am not educated enough clever enough, or aware enough to have a worthwhile perspective, and that three more articles and two more lectures and one more book will do the trick. Unfortunately, democracy doesn't work that way - we, the citizens of any democracy, cannot possibly be experts on every aspect of the policies of our governments, and yet if we do not constantly weigh in an make our voices heard, the entire experiment falls apart. Not only do people constantly doubt themselves and the things they can see with their own two eyes, but old shortcuts for political action can fall apart as well: This specific issue exists along a raw, charged and unique faultline in American Politics. Nobody I grew up with has ever challenged me on my support for abortion rights, LGBT rights, Black Lives Matter, anti-capitalism, anti-fascism, none of it. The people in my country who would despise me for those positions are, for all intents and purposes, strangers to me. But there are people who I've broken bread with and shared honest affection with who will see the words I've written here and incorrectly conclude that I do not wish for the security, dignity and happiness of them and their loved ones, and that breaks my fucking heart. Full-throatedly condemning the actions of the Israeli government while battling rampant anti-semitism at home is an urgent moral necessity, and doing so is made unnecessarily challenging for the average person to navigate by the pointed obfuscations of cynical opportunists, bigots, and demagogues on all sides of the political spectrum who see some advantage in sowing that incredibly dangerous confusion.

So, I'm calling my representatives. I'm having hard conversations with friends and family. I'm here, talking to you. I should have done it sooner. If you're Israeli and hurt by this statement, know that I want freedom, dignity, security and peace for you, and that every ounce of my political awareness believes whole-heartedly that the actions of your government are not only destroying innocent lives, but doing so to the detriment of you and your loved ones' safety. If you're American and feel lost and confused - I understand and empathize. This, the whole country, only works when we get involved. I am constantly haunted by the specter that maybe I missed some crucial piece of information on this, or any, important world event. I'll just have to make my peace with that self-doubt and trust my gut by going with Jewish Voice for Peace, Amnesty International, the Geneva Conventions, the United Nations, etc. And if you're Palestinian and reading this: I unreservedly support your right to life, to freedom, to happiness and human flourishing, to full enfranchisement and equal rights, to opportunity, prosperity and abundance, to the restoration of stolen property and land, and to a Free Palestine." End ID ]

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