Okay, Without Trying To Take Away From The Joy We Are Feeling, We Must Stay Vigilant. This Ceasefire

poc will make a post about how racism negatively effects them and then white people will reblog the post like "as a white person, and i mean im WHITE WHITE, like im the color of a sheet of paper im so white i burn if im in the sun for 1 millisecond and i can trick people into thinking im a dead ghost im so horrifically white, im also autistic, trans, bisexual, fat, and failed math class in middle school. i know it's important to discuss racism, but also claiming that white people cant face any oppression whatsoever is sooooo hurtful to me and other white people with similar issues </3 im aware im privileged for being white, and trust me, like i said im the whitest person you know like. i dont even like spicy food im so white. but i think it's important to talk about the oppression of EVERYONE, not just people of color ❤ lets make a better world together. this post is sooo important and i respect op sooo much for making it 🙏, but i just think it is important to discuss all the oppression white people can also face and i know this post was specifically about racism but i just felt the need to add my two cents.. also DEAR MY FELLOW WHITE PEOPLE, lets all make sure we listen to poc voices together!!! #fuck racism #just a reminder that being white and having white privilege doesnt invalidate all the other struggles i face ☹ #as a white person who has constantly faced oppression i cant imagine how difficult other people who arent white have it omg"

noooo don't kys babe, you still have to hit your second glow up in your 20s

2023 recap!!!

jan: forgot

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may: forgot

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twilight au where renesmee is a lesbian, runs away from the cullens and gets a werewolf girlfriend

a man self immolated in front of the israeli embassy in washington dc yesterday. not just any man. an active member of the us air force. he live streamed his death, and said that he refused to be complicit in a genocide any longer. he said that compared to what palestinians were facing every day, setting himself alight was nothing.

let me reiterate. an active duty air force member burned himself alive because he was so disgusted by what the us government was openly supporting. he live-streamed his own suicide, so the whole world could bear witness as a man in his military uniform set himself on fire to protest his government’s complicity in the horrors that we have all been forced to watch happen in real time. he became a new horror. footage of the immolation blurs him out the moment the fire catches, but you can hear him. it is over in seconds, really, but you can hear him screaming. he shouts “free palestine” until his body physically cannot make any sounds other than guttural screams of agony. and then he falls silent. a police officer arrives and points a gun at his still burning body, shouting at him to get down on the ground. and it is over.

his name was Aaron Bushnell. he was twenty five years old. and he isn’t here anymore because the political ruling class has decided that genocide is perfectly fine as long as it preserves imperialism. in the coming days, people will try to discredit him. to say that he was mentally unstable. they will try to bury his actions to save face and defend israel’s propaganda. do not let them. aaron knew what he was doing. he knew what he was doing when he put on his military uniform, set up his twitch stream, and made his final walk up to the embassy. he knew what would happen to him when he flicked that lighter. do not let them forget. aaron’s blood is on the hands of the political ruling class.

I think eldest daughters are usually closer their moms and tend to have more issues with them while youngest daughters are closer with their fathers and have issues with them

🌟 A Plea from Gaza: Rola’s Story 🌟

Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.

That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.

The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.

I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.

Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?

How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.

Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.

What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.

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there are so many post-game fics where connor and hank are buddies in the dpd and i’m like … i do NOT think connor would want to go back to the dpd. i don’t think he’d ever want to be beholden to somebody else’s concept of law, or relive what it’s like to be a tool in the systemic oppression of others. he achieves deviancy by deliberately Not Doing His Job, and his role when he was a cop was that of an antagonist. his breakpoint is the moment when he realizes that justice and law aren’t interchangeable, and that to choose justice would be to embrace deviancy, autonomy. post-game connor wouldn’t be working for the police, he’d be leaking corporate coverups en masse holy fucking bingle style

One of the worst feelings in the world: when you are just desperate, like claw-your-own-skin-off desperate, to create, but the only thing that even vaguely appeals to you to work on is a nebulous half-feeling that might be dreamily related to some half-formed notion of a concept. I must! Make! No thing! Only make!