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They don't want us to call what's happening in Gaza a genocide not because there's not been an official ruling but because these things don't get set in people's minds via official ruling. Instead it is the oral history that sets an event into place in mass consciousness.

Us calling it what it is - a genocide - means they can't wriggle out of it in years to come. They can't continue to call it a conflict or a war if we cement it in public consciousness as a genocide.

So don't tone down your language. Call it what it is. Make sure the history books know what happened and the genocides that took place in Palestine, Sudan, Congo.

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Love this scene from the hobo hill house episode, its just so fun!

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how devastating it is to feel loved and important to someone and have it stripped away in a second.

to give and to love freely and to think they hold you in the same regard only to see they value someone else the way you value them and they will never look at you that way.

to learn that no matter how much you give and how much you love that you will not be the same you will not be valued you will not be first and you will not be as important as someone else.

and as your hands turn cold riddled with pins and needles as your heart clenches and sinks as your eyes prick and burn the realization dawns on you.

this is your life.

it is not fair to be upset it is selfish to be upset but how much do you give how much did you take how much did you try and try and try to be interesting for them to be accessible for them to be comforting to them to curate yourself to be the most perfect version of yourself for them them them only to watch as they decide that none of it was enough because there will always be someone more interesting someone more accessible someone more exciting humorous beautiful creative comforting better better better better better better better always someone better.

you have learned to play second fiddle so well that you will never be considered for first chair.

and when questioned why you continue on this way,

because when they look at you and when you matter all of it goes away everything is okay because you are important you are loved you could be first i could be first because this time is different this time you mean something to them this time they will see how much you give and how much you love and how much you try and try and try bending over yourself breaking yourself to make sure they are comfortable burning yourself alive to ensure that they are warm and it is all worth it and you would do it tenfold because it means they are happy and-

the fire is doused because someone else is warmer.

how devastating it is to feel loved and important to someone and have it stripped away in a second.

this is your life.

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i’m going to start playing this song on repeat until the day i die laufey owns my heart

#Spotify

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any day now, any day now

#teasandchitchat #Spotify

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giving one of my kinnie ocs a revenge arc however small it may be is therapy for me okay

#teaandocs #teasandchitchat

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alright here's some more for you heathens (this is directed at one person but i dont mean it ily)

more of gabe trying to manage parenthood:

"Are you kidding? That’s not fair!” Darlin snapped, throwing their hands downward.

Gabe sighed, stepping away from them. “I have a responsibility to protect you. You’re my pack member, my kid. I am going to keep you safe, even if you don’t get that now.”

“I don’t want to be protected, Gabe,” Darlin retorted. They walked to the doorway, away from him. “I’m not a little kid!”

“You are my ki-”

“Jesus, Gabe!” Darlin exclaimed, throwing their hands up. “If I’m your kid, you are the worst hover parent I have ever seen!”

Darlin walked out of the dining room before Gabe could say more. He stood there as they turned on their heel and stomped away, flabbergasted. That was the most animated he’d seen them, maybe ever.

From down the hall, Gabe heard Darlin snap a, “Thanks a lot, Dad!”

He knew it was said in a snarky way. He knew there was no love or affection behind the nickname, just an angry comeback that teenagers say as they slammed doors in a way that shook the whole house. Still, Gabe stood there alone in the kitchen, dumbstruck, until Asher pulled open the back door.

The younger wolf stopped in the doorway, staring at Gabe.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“They called me ‘Dad,’” Gabe answered with a smile.

#redacted asmr #redacted #teasandwrites #redacted darlin #redacted gabe

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i love that RANDOMLY my teen pack wip got some notes do you all want some more??? it's kinda abandoned at this point

#redacted #teasandchitchat #redacted asmr #teasandwrites

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me and who (there is a correct answer)

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #vash saverem #meryl stryfe #vashmeryl

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eventually i will stop being a doormat to everyone in my life but for now im pretty sure it says "welcome" across my entire body

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sobbing i love her

#meryl stryfe #trigun #trigun stampede

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thank god for self reflection because i sometimes almost send the cringiest messages and then a split second before i hit send i go "hmm better not" like fat amy in pitch perfect

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rereading chapters of what if and asking myself what emotional state could i have been in to have been writing that stuff oh my god that was DARK

i murdered marcus brian and cam in cold blood like DAMN

#teasandwhatif #teasandwrites #clinging to the only thing to my name #which is the fic i wrote two years ago

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Your safe space is clinging to my leg while I stroke your hair

#me and who

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me: im good with my childhood, it wasnt perfect but no one's is!!

this tiktok:

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trash fic thursday <3

hello all! this has pretty much become a dead account mostly due to the fact that the fandom does not feel like a community that is good for me anymore, but i wanted to respond to my close mutuals who continue to tag me in posts about writing and music

i'm going to be sharing old drafts, forgotten wips, and dead works that will likely never be finished. first up? hindsight, part 1. a fic that i started right after sam and david's phone call and raced to finish, but ran out of time before the next video came out:

“Thank you,” came the voice through the phone, deep and rough.

The line clicked off. Sam stared at his screen for a moment, unsure of his next move. He had agreed to meet David tonight and he felt everything in his body tell him to do the exact opposite. This wasn’t his fight, despite everything he may harbor against Quinn. The vendetta was Darlin’s and now Sam was neck deep in shit he never wanted to be a part of.

His eyes drifted away from his phone and towards a sleeping Darlin, who was still peacefully tucked under their sheets. Sam shouldn’t have stayed, really. He only came to make sure Darlin was still breathing and not bleeding out again after the shifter neglected to answer Sam’s calls. The two of them talked for a while, then one thing led to another, and suddenly Darlin’s hand was curling around his wrist asking him to stay. Sam took one look at them and caved.

The newborns were making him soft.

Sam could see the slightest breaks of dawn through Darlin’s bedroom curtains and knew he had to go, or else he’d be trapped here all day. With a soft farewell touch to Darlin’s cheek, Sam pulled on his boots and headed for the door, triple checking the lock and wards before leaving.

He had to speed back to WonderWorld to avoid the sun, which meant the typical hour-long walk from Darlin’s place to the amusement park was completed in a matter of minutes. Sam arrived to see two curious newborns waiting for him, both talking quietly before noticing his arrival.

They both questioned where he had been and Sam politely remindedminded the newborns that he was the Maker here, not them. His locations didn’t need to be closely monitored by someone who wasn’t in the bloodlust phase, theirs did. That fact quickly made Fred’s nervous ramblings come to a halt, but Sam wasn’t so lucky with Bright. The stubborn one always pushed a little more than Sam liked.

“So you’re not gonna tell us why you smell like a wet dog?” Bright questioned, coming to walk backwards in front of Sam in order to keep eye contact with him. “Or why Vincent’s become our babysitter for the past month?”

Sam pointed his finger at them, trying his best to be stern through his exhaustion from speeding to the park. “Vincent owes me, that’s why. The rest isn’t your business, kid.”

Bright huffed and turned away.

Sam was antsy all day. He tried to get work done, but his mind wouldn’t let the thought of meeting David Shaw go. The alpha had a strong reputation in Dahlia and his pact with William went back years. The Solaire clan knew their bounds with the Shaw pack, and yet, Sam was testing them. He had been crossing the line the night Darlin gave him the address to their apartment and he stepped through the threshold to heal them. Under the agreements of the pact, David had every right to rip Sam a new one.

Sam hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

#redacted asmr #redacted #teasandwrites #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted davey #david shaw #redacted david

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this is my formal apology to everyone on tumblr who has tagged me in things or messaged me i love you and im sorry that i don't know how to respond to things

i think you all are still great and i love you lots