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i believe palestine will be free with my whole heart. the dutch colonized indonesia for 300 years, indonesians, even those who practice indigenous religion, are still here. west papuans are fighting for their independence from indonesia and american settlers, and they are still here. the invasion and bombings of vietnam, laos, and cambodia lasted for 20 years, and i have met some of the most brilliant asian people descended from there. and that was the first televised war! palestine will be free! from the river to the sea. the indigenous/global south world has always survived, and i believe it will live and flourish in the future (in my lifetime) no matter what.

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Time is not running out for you. Whatever is meant for you will find you, sure you might miss some fun rutes while healing, but there are better things ahead on this road. You have time. Time to create a new you, time to heal and time to be you and figure out what feels authentic to you. 🌸

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Men who worship me, men who literally kiss the ground I walk on, men who see me as a gift from God, men who kiss my hand and who will spend thousands of thousands just to see me happy. Men who don’t wanna see me stress about anything and wanna take care of me, men who shower me with gifts, men who go out of their way to impress me. That’s my type.

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The First Snow

Gn! Reader x Masc! Fave

Synopsis: Your lover wakes to find the bed cold. He doesn't need to look long to find you seated at the window sill watching as the world goes white.

Word Count: 641

Warnings: fluff, domesticity, no pronouns for reader

Note: this is really short and just came to me as i was falling asleep like idk where this came from anyways i wrote this with many characters in mind, particularly the ones who are a little grumpy and jaded but so full of love 🩵

The bed had gotten cold in the time you'd left your spot. Something had woken you out of your sleep, and you opened your eyes to face the window.

It took you a moment to realise the brightness did not come from the sun rising at 1 o’clock in the morning, but from the street lights illuminating the sparkling snow layered on nearly every surface. You are careful not to wake your lover as you raise yourself from the bed and pad over to the scene, seating yourself on the wide windowsill to watch the cascading bits of fluff up close.

You had only meant to be away from bed for a moment, but you were thoroughly captivated and stuck in place. It took just a few minutes for the man you’d left behind to begin unconsciously searching for your warmth, scooching his body closer to your side and reaching out his arm.

When he realises there is none to find, he begrudgingly opens an eye in search of you, and finds your form sitting entirely too far away from him. He quietly grunts your name which coaxes a hum from you, but you don't face him.

"Come back to me," He mumbles, his eye drifting closed again as he awaits what he hopes will be your swift return to his side.

"In a minute," You respond, and there is no way he can sleep now.

He sighs, lifting himself from the mattress and trudging over to the ledge where you sit pressed against the cool glass, pulling close a chair to sit by you. Now you turn your attention to him and smile.

His hair is tousled in a way that only you are allowed to see, and though he would never admit it, his mouth has formed a pout. You reach your hand out to caress his cheek, and your smile grows as he snuggles his face into your palm, his stubble mildly abrasive on your skin.

"It's snowing," You quietly point out, and he nods. Only you thought in his exhaustion he wouldn't have noticed.

"Hurts my eyes," He mumbles, and you can feel his lips move against your hand, supple and warm. The brightness of the snow would surely sting eyes just woken from sleep.

You lean down and kiss his eyelids to soothe the ache, and he huffs a sigh from deep in his chest. When you straighten up again, you see the corners of his mouth have lifted a bit into a small grin.

"It looks lovely though," You reason, turning your eyes back towards the window.

He watches you, the shirt you slept in slipping to expose more of your shoulder. He sees the content look of your glowing face and your eyes sparkling with wonder.

"Yes. Very lovely."

Eventually he does move his gaze from you to the rest of the world, watching the first glimpse of winter.

From this, he sees roads made more difficult, a driveway that will need shovelling, and skin chapped with cold, and he doesn't doubt you are aware of those things as well.

What he loves about you is the space you make for beauty, letting your appreciation for it cushion you from whatever hurts may come. He has begun to learn to do so through you, his greatest beauty.

He will carry your sweet concerned voice in his mind as he drives with care and let you fret over his large frozen hands when he comes inside, frantically rubbing them between your own in an attempt to warm them before you go to fix him a hot drink. He also loves to see how your eyelashes catch the frost, and the endearing traditions you indulge in for the season.

"My love," You whisper. He had fallen asleep with his head on your thigh. You pat his hair down as you watch him shift at the sound of your voice.

"Let's go to bed."

You rise from the window sill and he lets you take his hand to return to each other's arms. There will be time enough to experience the pains and joys of winter in the morning.

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Best friends together ♡