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citrinesparkles · 1 month
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if anyone has money to spare for donations, im forwarding more links for palestinian aid
CareforGaza is a nonprofit that provides direct aid to Palestine, and you can donate directly here
Operation Olive Branch is a document that lists evacuating families that need assistance, which gives information on the families, the urgency, and tracks the progress of their fundraisers
eSims for Gaza lists very clear instructions on how to purchase e-sims to keep them connected, they are urgently in demand
Here is a project that distributes feminine hygiene kits directly to Gaza
Mutual Aid Diabetes has channels set up for you to donate insulin and medication to diabetics in Gaza, as well as lists fundraisers for diabetics seeking to evacuate
please keep sharing and adding links on this site, please add more if i'd missed any, and please don't stop talking about Palestine.
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citrinesparkles · 2 months
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Simple things you can do right now to support Gaza if you can't strike by staying home from work/school
queue posts about Palestine to regularly post throughout the week to keep them visible. Check tags like: #strike for gaza, #free gaza, #ceasefire now. I'm going to share posts from Bisan and other Palestinians on instagram.
don't spend money on nonessentials. if you didn't have time to prepare for the strike and still need to get groceries/medicine/etc, get it now to prepare for not spending the rest of the week! striking for even part of the week is better than not participating at all.
read bit.ly/StopGazaGenocide, this is a document put together by the US Campaign for Palestinian Rights (USCPR) with lots of good information and graphics and link to art you can freely use to spread awareness. There is also a link to email your representatives to urge them to stop supporting the occupation and the email is pre-generated! it took me one minute to send emails!
email your representatives that you are striking for Palestine!
keep talking about Palestine. keep reading about Palestine. keep caring about Palestine. If you make even one person pay attention, you've done good work! keep going!
Do what you can! Doing ANYTHING is better than doing nothing.
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citrinesparkles · 2 months
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Maybe That's What Batman Is About. Not Winning. But Failing, And Getting Back Up.
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citrinesparkles · 3 months
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There is still hope. Say it out loud. Palestine will be free. The Palestinian people will celebrate their culture and heritage with each other. We will love and be loved. Do not fall into the trap of despair.
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citrinesparkles · 3 months
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silent reader here, i love, love, love your stories (maybe a bit exaggerated ;-;) especially "stoplight, stop bright" (really like how you end the fic "you were a better view than the road ever was" & for that it holds a special place in my heart) 🤗
hope you continue writing stories!! 🤩🤩
hey, lovely!!! thank you so much for such a sweet note- this made my day :) stoplight, stop bright is one of my favorite pieces, actually!!
i hope so too!! i've been on a bit of a comics hiatus due to irl stuff + other interests, but i'm hoping to get back into reading them (and writing about them!) in the new year :)
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citrinesparkles · 3 months
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I’m just here to remind everyone once again that we can’t stop protesting and boycotting and spreading the word for Palestine, even if it’s been a while. The people in power (mainly the Israeli and US governments) are relying on us losing steam.
And I do want to mention that a small bit of hope to be found among all of this is that things aren’t losing steam. I still see dozens of posts about Palestine every day, I see footage of protests almost every day, and the boycotts are working. I just want to encourage everyone that we just need to keep it up! I’ve seen so many social issues fade out over time, a week of outrage and then things settle down, but that isn’t the case here and I really respect everyone who’s still posting and protesting and seeking out information to end this once and for all. Focus on that hope, and use it to keep going :)
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citrinesparkles · 3 months
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still thinking about this youtube comment i screenshotted ages ago
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citrinesparkles · 3 months
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I really do think an important component of activism is to make sure your motivation is based on a desire to help/improve things for the people being harmed by a system, and not hatred for the ones doing the harm. both for mental health reasons, and because either way you're training your neural pathways and it's gonna turn out a lot better for literally everyone if the question on everyone's mind after achieving a goal is "how/which people can we help next, what's the next step for improving things" and not "who do we need to attack next."
I'm not saying don't be angry, there are a lot of good reasons to be angry right now and it makes for an excellent kick in the pants, just don't define yourself by it or it's gonna poison you and potentially do collateral damage.
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citrinesparkles · 3 months
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cold hands
jason todd x gender neutral reader. 789 words. notes: i started this in december i swear it was seasonally appropriate at the time warnings: n/a
he scooped your hands into his own, cupping them together and bringing them to his face smoothly.
he caught your eye with a small smirk. you knew him well enough to know he wasn't really smug- he was looking for your reaction, a silent is this okay wrapped up in his confident expression. the large, colorful lights strung across the shop front you had stopped in front of were reflected in his eyes, but he was focused entirely on you.
you slipped your thumb out of his hold and ran it over his own.
jason took it for the invitation it was and exhaled heavily over your frigid fingers, looking down to them.
you, though? you kept your gaze right where it was.
he was beautiful, you thought. a strong jaw and handful of faded scars were contrasted by the softness of his eyes, his red (garnet, you remembered him saying with a little self-aware grin, not red- that was a work color, and you weren't work) knit hat bringing out the green in them. he was bathed in an orangey-pink from the décor behind you, and you almost wanted to pull a hand back to take a picture.
almost.
"i'm buying you some damn gloves," he muttered without heat, laughter buried in his tone as he gently massaged your fingers.
"and put my personal hand warmer out of a job?"
"he's creative. he'll find another one."
you let out a small huff of laughter, the sound turning to fog between the two of you. you pulled your hands out of his grasp- earning a raised eyebrow- and pushed forward to take hold of the front of his jacket, gently pulling him into kissing range.
as always, he adapted almost instantly. "see?" he asked quietly, his palms finding your hips. "a new job opened up pretty quick."
"shut up," you mumbled fondly, pressing your lips to his.
the warmth in your chest absolutely erupted, the sweet, familiar feeling of his lips- of his presence- making your heart and mind go the same sugar-sweet shade of pink.
"i love you," you pulled back to whisper firmly, grip tightening on his jacket just to give some of the oomph in your veins somewhere to go.
you felt his chuckle under your fists and against your lips, like the bassline of your favorite song with the dial all the way up, rattling through the floor and into your ribs and threatening to turn you giddy. "i think that means i'm doing alright at my new job."
"you're doing wonderfully at your new job."
not much would be worth opening your eyes from such a spell, but you found that his smile made the list: crooked and fond and beautiful and somehow it was aimed at you.
"think i can clock in for another shift?" he asked lowly, playfully, sending another wave of butterflies through your system. they left quickly, replaced by a feeling of belonging, of home, of peace.
"yes," you answered simply, trying (and failing, judging by his little laugh) to keep your eagerness under control. "you should."
so he kissed you again, holding you close. sheltering you from the chill of gotham in the dead of winter. reflecting warm lights onto you and chasing shadows away. turning every beautiful, poetic thought you'd ever had about him into something literal and visible and tangible and not having a single clue.
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so he kissed you again, basking in the affection in your eyes and letting it warm him straight to his bones. begging his mind to save the image of you bathed in orange and pink and magic, looking at him like he was even close to that kind of beautiful, tugging him towards you like there was nowhere else on the planet you'd rather he be.
and he tried to hold you as softly as you deserved, bringing a hand up to cup your jaw and tilt your head slightly and cherishing the way you immediately, confidently leaned into his touch like you trusted him to keep you upright.
it felt like someone cracked a glowstick where his heart should be.
no- that was too vivid, too harsh. this was like a candle, warm and steady and breathing and alive. this was something to look to in the dim and the dreary, something by which he could read; something to warm his hands over, something to turn to when the storms rolled through and the power failed and left him in the dark.
you were something to turn to in the dark.
he decided, then and there, pressed against your coat and your lips and your warmth, that you were getting the nicest gloves he could get his hands on.
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citrinesparkles · 3 months
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citrinesparkles · 3 months
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hoodie haggling
jason todd x gender neutral reader. 596 words. notes: do i feel like he's really a football person? unsure. do i love the idea of him having a hometown hoodie? yeah. also i miss watching football. requested by a super sweet anon as part of my hundred followers celebration! thanks for being patient with me, love, hope you enjoy :) warnings: none, as far as i know!
"y'know, sweetheart," jason said, his voice still rough from sleep as it cut through the peaceful noise of the rainy city outside your window, "the strangest thing happened to me just now."
"oh?" you watched him drop onto the couch next to you, his back against the armrest. one foot stayed firmly on the ground, the other stretching out behind you. "and what would that be?"
"i went into the closet to get my knights hoodie, only to find out it was missing." he plucked your computer out of your lap despite your half-hearted protests, setting it on the coffee table before snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you to rest against his chest. "then i walked out here, and found you in one that looked just like it."
you hummed thoughtfully, tossing your legs over his thigh and letting your feet dangle over the rug as you settled comfortably into his hold. "that is strange."
"care to explain?"
"well, you see, i was cold."
"mhm."
"and i had to come out here and get my work started."
"m-hm."
"and my personal heater-" he rolled his eyes as you patted his bicep- "was still asleep, so i couldn't drag him out here to help."
"your personal heater sounds lazy," he snarked, dropping his chin onto your shoulder.
you frowned, protectiveness flaring in your chest despite his relaxed demeanor and lighthearted tone. "he's not lazy, just tired." a gentle squeeze to his arm. "he's a busy guy. needs his rest."
"still doesn't explain why you stole my hoodie," he grumbled into the thick fabric, warm breath hitting your neck.
you giggled, fond and quiet.
it really was a nice hoodie. it was a faded black with a large gold logo across the chest, thick and almost criminally soft. way too soft for football merchandise.
more importantly, it was a little too big for him- meaning it was just about large enough for you to drown in- and it carried a comforting scent of cinnamon mixed with his cologne.
it felt safe.
what it wasn't, as he was currently reminding you, was a substitute for his hugs.
"you want it back, handsome?"
you craned your neck to look at him as best you could, catching his small pout just before he buried his face in your shoulder.
"no," he mumbled. "it's cuter on you."
you dropped your head to rest against his, a grin tugging at your lips. "i seriously, seriously doubt that."
"don't even start," he said, playful danger in his tone as he somehow pulled you even closer to him. "i will tickle you."
"what, not willing to admit you're adorable?"
he groaned, poking your side. "it's too early for this. just accept the compliment."
"if i do, will you stay with me for a while?" you traced gentle patterns onto his arm, lazily toying with the hem of his short sleeve and running across scar tissue. "this is a lot more comfortable than working on my own."
"you stole my hoodie, so i guess it's only fair i steal your warmth."
you laughed. "cheesy. at least 'steal your heart' would have been alliterative with 'stole my hoodie'."
he pulled back, hand coming up to nudge your face towards him. "i'd prefer if you gave that willingly, gorgeous."
who could blame you for melting a little at that? at the soft look in his eyes? the way his voice dipped in the middle, a shade above nervous?
"it's all yours," you promised, savoring the way his own lips turned upwards before meeting your own.
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citrinesparkles · 3 months
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citrinesparkles · 3 months
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wrapping
duke thomas x gender neutral reader. 351 words.
notes: happy holidays everyone! warnings: discussion of wrapping gifts, but no named occasion
"can you pass me the tape?"
you sighed theatrically, picking up the dispenser and making a great production out of passing it across the boxes and paper seperating you.
"thank you." duke glanced up with a small smile, amusement in his eyes before looking back down at his work.
"mhm."
you watched fondly as he gracefully folded the paper up to meet the side of the box, tearing a piece of tape off and smoothing it along the edge.
the seam disappeared like magic, and you rolled your eyes. "was that part of bat bootcamp?"
"asking for tape?"
"wrapping, you goofball."
"ohhh," he said playfully. "my bad. no, it wasn't. this i learned on my own time."
"well, it's paid off. i think you need to wrap mine, too."
he hummed thoughtfully, taping another fold down. "i think you need the practice."
"isn't it your job as my boyfriend to support me in trying times?" you pushed yourself up off of your elbows, sitting up to meet his eyes.
"i think it's my job as your boyfriend to encourage your personal growth. including honing your skills."
you rolled your eyes again. "i think that's a lame excuse."
"i think-" his response was cut short by an oof, as the pillow you had been resting on collided with his chest. "hey!"
"hi," you grinned.
"don't 'hi' at me," he retorted, tossing the pillow back.
you caught it, but were quickly caught yourself- as your focus was on the pillow, he had lunged across the floor to wrap his arms around your waist and tug you towards him, dragging a yelp from your lips and a smile to his.
a warm, beautiful, disarming smile.
"hi," you grinned.
"hi."
"so, if i sit here and get cozy, i think you can wrap that gift for me. a fair deal, right?"
it was his turn to roll his eyes dramatically, exhaling heavily. "only if you get the tape for me."
"a hard bargain, mister thomas."
"fine- i'll throw in a kiss, but that's my final offer."
your smile grew. "an offer i will happily take."
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citrinesparkles · 3 months
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I need to draw more of Duke
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citrinesparkles · 3 months
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planted the stars
tim drake x gender neutral reader. 447 words. notes: ever write something to support one (1) line of dialogue. also fun fact this is apparently the exact same word count as zombies warnings: none!
tim was smiling.
it was a soft, sappy smile, the kind that showed more in the way his cheeks squished up and his eyebrows relaxed than his lips themselves as he leaned back against your headboard, watching you move around your bedroom as you got ready.
you caught glimpses of his expression every now and again, unable to look directly at it for fear that you would melt into a puddle under his warm gaze before you could finish your to do list.
"are you actually ready to go, or are you procrastinating over there?" you eventually teased.
a huff of laughter carried across the room, short and sweet. "i'm ready, cutie."
you sighed in fond exasperation and turned to finally look him square in the eye. "then don't you have anything else you could be doing? i'm trying to focus here."
"don't mind me," he said. at least he had the decency to sound a little bashful. "just enjoying the view."
"that's such a corny line."
"is it really corny if it's true?"
"yes, yes it is. besides," you pointed at him in playful accusation, "you're distracting me."
"how could i possibly be distracting you?"
"you're sitting on my bed, looking at me like i planted the stars in the sky and you're fully prepared to go up and pick the prettiest ones for me, and you expect me to be able to focus?"
"well, when you put it like that," he relented, shy pink spreading on his cheeks and adoration somehow seeping even deeper into his eyes.
"so, loverboy, go find something to do?"
"i could call bruce and tell him we won't be able to make it?" he offered hopefully. "your friend's cousin's parrot is sick, or something."
"or, you could go call bruce and see if they need anything from the store on our way over."
he grimaced. "alfred would never forgive me for implying he didn't have everything under control."
"exactly. he also wouldn't forgive you for skipping this."
"yes he would, he knows how boring it'll be. the small parties have all the dumb chatter and none of the people watching to balance it out."
"all the more reason to go and support him." you turned back to continue getting ready. "...and bruce, of course."
"no, we're going for alfred. we both know it."
"then in the name of alfred will you please go find something else to do and let me focus?"
he sighed, sliding off the bed and crossing the room to slip his arms around your waist. "can i at least get a quick kiss first?"
"a quick one, timothy."
his sappy smile turned into a cheeky grin.
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citrinesparkles · 3 months
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exhausted, you?
koriand'r x gender neutral reader. 522 words. notes: requested by the incredibly sweet @batwngs as part of my hundred followers celebration! this was such a fun prompt to write, thanks for requesting! 💖💖 i based this on 80s kory, so i had the new teen titans team in mind- i kept it vague though! warnings: vague talk of food.
"make sure to let us know when you get home!" you called as kory led the last of her friends- your friends now, too, as they had informed you, because they were a package deal and you didn't plan on letting her go any time soon- to the front door of your shared apartment.
a few moments later, the cheerful banter and goodbyes ended, and you heard the door close with a soft click.
you dropped like a stone onto the couch, carelessly kicking your feet onto the cushion beside you and dropping your head against the armrest, sinking into the first moment of peace and quiet in nearly twelve hours.
"you know, i was planning to sit there."
you groaned, pulling your legs up to your chest and watching as she sank into the now-empty seat. once she got settled, you dropped your legs into her lap and returned to studying the inside of your eyelids.
"so," she asked, humor in her voice, "how are you?"
you snorted. "exhausted. you?"
her warm fingers traced gentle patterns into your calves. "content. it was nice to see them."
"i see why you like them so much. they're just..."
"loud?"
"a little."
she laughed and patted your leg. "i seem to recall warning you."
"nothing you could have possibly said would have prepared me for that, kory."
she hummed in acknowledgement, and you peaked your eyes open to study her.
she was looking at the coffee table (and the array of dishes and takeout containers strewn across it), but her eyes were miles away as a warm smile rested on her lips. "thank you," she said suddenly, bright eyes jumping to meet your own. "this meant a lot to me."
"i mean, they didn't kill me, so i think it went okay."
another laugh bubbled out of her, and she shook her head fondly. "no, they liked you. i'm pretty sure i predicted that, too."
you rolled your eyes, ignoring the wave of comfort that swept through you. you wouldn't quite admit it out loud, but you had been more than a little worried. "well, yeah, but of course you'd say that."
"why would i say it if i didn't believe it?"
"make me less nervous about meeting your second family?"
her brow furrowed, and she reached for your hand, which you gladly gave her. "i wouldn't lie to you, sweetheart."
"i didn't think you were lying, i just..."
she squeezed your hand gently. "you're amazing. of course they loved you. just like i do."
"just like, huh?" a playful grin slipped onto your features, squeezing her hand back. "that's a lot of competition, beautiful."
she didn't miss a beat, holding your gaze confidently. "if it came down to fighting for your love, i would win."
"because of your passion for me, or the fact that you could kick their butts?"
"both."
you laughed, sitting up to kiss her cheek. "i'm honored."
"honored enough to help me clean up the mess they made?"
her hopeful smile made your heart flutter, and you sighed. "that's a low blow, baby."
"i'll take that as a yes."
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