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No because I've been saying the same thing! Why's he become so pale what significance does it hold for the story line? Is a descent into apathy? Descent to madness? Loneliness? Is it just hus age showing?

I am aware of the change of art style for Castlevania Nocturne, from the original show (which I love it more than the original) but it also brings me this question:

Why is Alucard so pale and why his hair is almost white? (not almost it's white lol)

He didn't used to be like that and I wonder if it's more than just a change in art style...

ps: either way he's gorgeous btw<33

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Real talk for a minute.

I *HATE* my writing. Writing used to be my escape. But when depression and anxiety and exhaustion began to wreck my mental health, it faded. Now, when I try to actively world build and write, it feels stagnant.

For anyone in a similar boat guess what

It is stagnant! But only for right now. Your mind has become an untapped pool with no circulation, and those ideas that have been tickling your mind really wanna come out first. Whether you want to write professionally or just because you have ideas you wanna share, do it anyway.

Write that story. Keep it, savor it, and if your brain sits there nitpicking saying "oh... it's not that good.." hush your brain and remind it. "This is my first draft. This is not the only draft I will make." When we were in school they taught us rough drafts are good you want rough drafts.

So even though the brain feels stagnant, I'm gonna try writing more. I'm gonna work on the stories I have here on tumblr and I'm gonna work on my AO3 story too. (Its the same username as Tumblr except without the "at dawn")

Your brain is awesome ♡ don't give up!!!

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If dark stories aren't your taste please skip this one

Pairings: poly!141 x oc (Thistle)

CW: torture, ptsd, inaccurate medical and military stuff. dead dove do not eat. Angst. I am literally planning to hurt your feelings with this one. There will be some comfort because I'll be hurting my own feelings to write this as well

This fic has to do with how Thistle met 141 and why she's with them.

"Ach, cannea believe it's been six feckin years cartin yer ass aboot with us," Soap was slurring slightly, the third pint he'd been nursing was loosely gripped as he looked at Thistle. The dark-haired woman frowned and mulled that over. Six fuckin years. That was a long time to know people. It'd been five years of living with them, and four that the five of them had agreed to a tentative relationship. Today, they were celebrating her "birthday".

"Six years to the day," she said softly, watching how Simon settled into the booth and crowded Johnny closer to the middle. Keep the little shit from sprinting off as he tended to the deeper into his beer he got. Gaz was on her right, leaning his head on her shoulder as he simply mellowed out with the buzz in his veins and humming to whatever little tune played in his mind. Currently Hot to Go was the favorite of the hour.

"Does bein a year older feel much better this time 'round?" Simon asked as he hooked his arm around Johnny, the younger man mumbling something a tad incoherent. There was something to be said for this night, with each passing year the memories faded just a little more.

The room she was locked in was cold, dark. The only sound she could hear was an insistent drip of water meant to drive her out of her own head. There had been screaming earlier. Her throat was raw, so maybe it had been her screaming. She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember much currently. Shifting from the spot she had taken on her knees, a strangled noise left her. She must have been in this position for a while. Her knees had locked, and the slices up her right thigh had crusted over. Her entire left thigh felt like flames were eating at it, deep divots having been taken out of the flesh. She knew better than to make a noise, and noises made them mad.

"-le. Thistle." Her head snapped up, mind pulling from the trenches as she blinked rapidly. Price was staring at her now, concern etching even more wrinkles into that handsome face. "You with it, lovie?"

"Aye... yeah. I'm here, Cap..." she was not with it. Too much alcohol, it was wearing her mind down. Nagging at dormant memories. "The youngins look like they need carried home." She said even if she was barely older than Soap and Gaz by three years. The thirty year old numpties were by classification: lightweights. Soap more than Gaz.

Gaz was currently playing with her free hand, admiring the scars over her knuckles and on her fingertips as he flipped it over. To and fro. She turned her head and nuzzled her nose into the twists she had pain stakingly helped him manage over the last two months. "M'not in need of carryin' lovie..." he murmured tiredly. Giving a blissful sigh when Price pressed into his other side. Thistle was effectively caged in by her four burly men and felt an odd peace settle in her shoulders.

They'd managed to get everyone home, Kyle and Soap had been placed in a shared room with the ensuite bathroom in case the poor fuckers puked. Simon and John took the other shared bedroom down the hallway, and Thistle was curled up on the couch. She wasn't ready to crawl into bed, and while it irritated Price, Si seemed to understand. This day wasn't exactly easy. On this very day, they'd found her, lost, broken, couldn't even remember her own name.

It was raining the men who'd been in charge of "cleaning" her were being loud. Sneering something at her. Something she couldn't understand because she didn't know what language they spoke in. When they manhandled her to clean her, she didn't fight, said nothing, she was a limp doll. The limp doll was still kicked around. Spat on. Demeaned and degraded. It had been like this for so long. She didn't even have the strength anymore to scratch a line into the wall. She couldn't even remember why in the world she was scratching into the wall. What the lines meant. The only thought in her pretty battered little head was her favorite weed. The one that stung and bit and left pain in ones fingers for days. A simple little Thistle.

Head empty. It's quiet. There used to be more screaming, but she couldn't say when that had been. How many voices there might have been. Someone had been screaming a name, "Kassandra!!". That was dangerous. Names are weapons and knowledge that let's someone dig deeper. Sink their twisted claws into your skull. Rip it open and sip at your own personal being. It felt like someone was ripping into skin. The stench of blood was clogging her nose. Head empty. No thoughts.

She jerked hard in someone's arms when she was scooped up. Her fist flew before her brain could register the arms that held her. Gaz let out a yelp and dropped Thistle when she blinked her eyes open she saw the poor man cupping his nose. She could smell blood and had to smack a hand over her mouth. Turning away from the poor man as he backed away. Whining about his nose. "Mah nose... jesuhs fuck.."

"Christ, Thistle, what did ye do to poor Kyle?" Thistle wasn't able to respond, vaulting herself over the couch because her stomach would not fucking stop rolling. She was heaving now because she'd seen the crimson on Gaz's dark skin. Had caught another whiff of that vile copper. She didn't make it to a bathroom. Hands and knees wretching on the floor as Soap called for Price.

Distantly, Thistle was aware of more feet. Heavier steps. Someone calling her. Hands and knees, heaving until her stomach was emptied. Head throbbing.

Price was there in an instant, scooping up Thistle. Speaking lowly to Soap to get Kyle to the guest bathroom to clean up. He was aware of the way that Thistle went limp when he scooped her up. Clutching her that much closer as he took her to the master bedroom. Simon had put himself on clean-up duty in the end. Getting the rags and the scented cleaning supplies. Anything but bleach, knowing the lingering burn of it would make matters worse once Price managed to bring Thistle back to them.

"I didn't mean to startle her so bad.. I just wanted to bring her to bed with Tav and I," Simon listened quietly as Gaz explained softly. Johnny was currently in the process of starting laundry for Gaz. Making sure all signs of blood had been scrubbed away. She'd gotten Gaz pretty good with her flailing arm. He was touching his sore nose gingerly and looking it over with a down turn of his full lips.

"You know she'll be pleadin f'r forgiveness the moment she sees ya. Won't let you take none o' the blame," Simon soothed gently. They'd all startled her at one point or another. Hell, he'd scared the daylights out of her so badly once he was sporting a stab wound in his thigh. Gaz looked right wrankled about it, though. To some extent, the man was reasonably upset that he'd been whacked hard enough that now his nose looked slightly puffy, and his eye lids looked like he'd taken the brunt of a fist. But he was also beating himself up for scaring their Thistle so badly. None of them could actually predict when Thistle would come out of it. Price had gotten her bathed, dressed, and into the master bed. She'd yet to respond to the soft plea of their captain.

It's cold again. Her toes are sinking into snow, and she's running. Someone made a mistake. Someone left the door open. She'd been so motionless for so long. Nothing but a pile of mutilated flesh and blood. Reeking of infection and so still. The copper tang of blood clogged her nose. Not even fresh snow could clean it. Not even water when she fell through the river. Body shaking and mind reeling. Where was she. Who was she. Was this real? It must be. Red was staining the snow where she lay. Spreading its cruel tendrils and using her life force to soak into the soil. If she died here, she hoped thistles would bloom. She prayed that thistles would bloom in the hearts of those who wasted her blood. Wasted the blood of faces she no longer had a name to.

"Cap! Steamin' Jesus... Cap we goot a boady!"

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Feck it. This is part 1 my guys.

:) swearsies there'll be more.

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Thistle: Kyle-

Gaz: I can't hear you.

Thistle: hows the flu?

Gaz: it's killing me.

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REFERENCE THIS

CW: Adult themes. (Planning on some hot and heavy in this one) Non-Traditional A/B/O dynamics. Military inaccuracies. Medical inaccuracies. 18+ MDNI. OC x Canon Characters.

I love how, as a collective, we agree: "Ohhhh yes. Omegaverse141 is literally where it's at." I also absolutely love how as a collective essentially we've kinda agreed that yea. Alpha!GHOST and Omega!SOAP are like peak. But even better is Omega!Ghost.

Poly!Alpha Soap, Gaz, Price x Poly!Omega Ghost and Omega!reader (reader will be described as more muscular and tall)

this is gonna just be a drabble rn until my brain stops bein fried

Simon who hasn't had his heat in fuckin YEARS and just kinda didn't see a problem with it. He took his leave regardless to keep the alphas from suspecting anything, Masking came in handy for that tbh. It was too embarrassing to admit to the alphas of his pack that his father had essentially scared the omega into a sort of dormancy

Simon who tried not to be wooed by three eager alphas. Johnny's boyish fuckin charm "LT yer lookin' mighty this mornin, ach can ye help me reach the coffee tin?" Kyle's sweet little gifts that suited Simon's needs "I noticed you were out of tea, thought I'd pick yuh some up. Oh those knives are yours. Yes I got you a new mask, your old one had holes in it" and Price, he played dirty, leaving scented items in spots he knew Simon would find them and whisk them away before anyone noticed. All so terribly sweet and pushy and Fuckin hell he wanted to bite each of them, gorge himself on them and let no one else have them.

One night he caves. He caves hard because he craves love, he craves affection and the soft things his pack offers. What makes it perfect is they all decide to take leave for Price's rut. Simon's skin is buzzing for it, really it is. His pack says nothing about the fact Ghost didn't go into heat.

Hes eager, his body feels alive more than it has in ages. More often than not his alphas have him ruining his underwear with his slick.

The lack of a true heat makes it's way to the surface though. They're noticing. They're worried, yea sure stress can change up cycles but "Si when was last real heat you had?"

He's playing it off, of course. "Oi, at least I don't need birth control, shit fucks up a system worse than anythin'" "Can't remember really," "why it's not like we want a pup round 'ere anyway,"

His loving alphas though, they want him to be healthy, a delayed heat is not healthy. All that stress is bad for the heart and body and mind. So they look for solutions. Laswell mentions that maybe some time off and around civvy omegas would do Ghost some good.

A months leave. They're at Soap's apartment in Edinburgh, far enough from his family they won't be bombarded, close enough the siblings and niblings and mam can visit! It's a strange sense of normalcy that Simon hasn't allowed himself in a long time.

The pub is nice, the pub has a lot of omegas. Dainty things, overly sweet things. They're so pretty, and Ghost admires them for that. He finds comfort in watching them.

But then he scents something. Something not entirely sweet but entirely delicious. His mouth is watering, fangs actually aching. Then he spots YOU

You who looks so alive and vibrant and strong. Simon hadn't thought about pups until you and suddenly he's thinking about what you'd look like round because of the alphas. He thinks what going through a pregnancy would look like. What would being a milk nurse for your young be like?

You look so strong too, a hard worker. Like him, like his alphas. Hes nudging Johnny, pointing you out to him. Poor man is confused. "Ach Si, wuts got ye so active?" Sure Johnny sees the appeal, but he's not entirely sure what his omega is asking.

Simon doesn't even know what he's asking. The omegas he had come across before had never piqued his interest this fucking hard. He had more often than not bared his teeth at any omegas who came to up to his alphas.

Now he was here in this pub trying to urge Johnny to talk to you. Because Simon was not gentle enough, not sweet enough. Johnny however was being a idgit.

So he prodded Kyle. "The bird at the bar, wearin the tank," "Wut bout her Si?" He had never seen Simon look so shy, but oh, he loved it, though. "Pretty lovie," was all Kyle said and slipped from the booth.

You watched the lean alpha with smooth dark skin sidle up to you. Saw the claiming mark and the scent of a strong omega. You can't help how the omega part of that scent catches you, where is their Omega? How dare this beautiful man with full kissable lips sidle up to you like he doesn't have someone already.

The scowl is mean enough, coupled with sour displeasure Gaz nopes the fuck out. His Si is a burly omega and he knows those muscles aren't just for show. You work, and you work hard and even if he is an alpha, an SAS member, you could and would probably lay him out.

Aaaaaaa, the disappointment Simon feels, though, because now his instincts are latching bad. You would make such a beautiful member of the pack. LOOK AT YOU. Muscles that flex as you assess the alphas in the pub.

Oh! Oh, you're looking at him now. And he's staring, and he knows you see Kyle, who you sent scurrying back. He loves the look of realization. Appreciates the fact he wore his balaclava because you can't see the blush creeping up his neck.

You're assessing each other then. He's nudging John gently. John, who knew what was going on and didn't know whether to feel pride, concern, or maybe even jealousy. John, who dipped his head towards Simon's neck and rumbled softly, showed his possessiveness and made you and Simon pause.

You turn back to the bar, order something the men might like, whiskey or bourbon.

That makes John assess you again as you approach with the drinks. Introduce yourself. Eyes focused solely on Ghost. You're trying to catch his scent, realizing pretty quickly he can mask

Simon has to mask because Dear Jeebus your scent up close has him ruining his boxers.

You assess the others, and they're not truly paying you any mind. You don't want them to. It was becoming increasingly obvious that it was their Omega showing interest. It was their Omega that seemed inclined to woo you.

You find out their military, it tracks. The precision they move with, the way they all watch the pub. Watch you now.

They find out that you moved from America to Scotland and became a forge master. You make all kinds of things. Blades (Price makes a note of this because he wants to give his omega something nice). Knick knacks. Tools. Edinburgh is perfect because of all the clients you get in, farmers, husbands, wives, families, and workers. You also travel for conventions.

Ghost discovers you came to the pub in search of an alpha or even a beta to bully into "seeing you through your heat" he doesn't offer himself or his alphas. Even if it burns up thinking of someone else doing it. He doesn't want to offer something his alphas don't want. Price is pressing into his side though, looking at his omega and deciding they would talk very soon.

It's Johnny who gives you their numbers as they mention it's time to go. You steal their booth and watch them leave. Their scents surround you except for Ghost's. Which makes you frown because now you're wondering what could have happened that he'd need more than one self defense.

You decide to make a group chat and send a gentle hello, no longer thinking about finding another to bully into taking care of your heat.

That night, Ghost is attended by all three alphas cooing and teasing him. Telling him he's so wet and needy. "Good omega, was she a pretty bird? Did you like how she looked at yuh?" Gaz had no shame in teasing Ghost about you. Price was rather pleased there was something changing in Ghost's scent already.

Maybe Price would talk to all of his boys about taking care of you and Ghost for both of your heats. What better way to get Ghost's hormones on track than expose him to another omega in heat? Oops, he said that out loud, and now Ghost is being a loud, precious slut for them.

You and Simon (he messaged you to call him that) have been messaging quite a bit. The alphas are pleased. Their Omega is happy. Something about you has all of the men vibrating with something.

Simon has asked all of you go on a date. He wants to make his intentions known, he had talked at length with his alphas. Why he wanted to court you, let his alphas court you.

It's sweet, they understand, and this is the most forthcoming they've ever seen Simon. They love it. He loves his alphas, love the way they care for him, but he admitted something about you just... clicked. You felt like you fit in. You weren't military. You were a civvy, but you exuded strength you had talked so easily with everyone at the pub that night. It did call to all of them, not to mention you respected that they were already pack, when you spoke to them that night, you gave your respect to Price and Ghost.

Price is working with Ghost to plan a date night. He feels oddly excited. Something about his feral omega meeting another omega that has his boxers slicked is thrilling.

"Get you a pretty lil lovie. Yuh think she'll bend yuh over?" Price had never been so thoroughly mauled by Ghost during sex. Johnny and Kyle were thrilled by it.

Now to woo you

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Taking it from here is too real SMH

I was trying to give them something NICE but nooooo they want it the hard way >:[

"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.

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18+ post MDNI (get out of here if you're not a legal adult)

CW: Discussion of anatomy. Male/Female anatomy.

FIRST AND FOREMOST

I am working on a Thistle full length Fic.

Second-

I am so fucking down bad for omegaverse. I don't know why. Can never explain why.

But on that note:

In my omegaverse, there are

Alphas

Omegas

Betas

Gammas

Alphas. obviously tend to be the big beefy ones with some rare exceptions. There's male and female alphas, and both have knots. Biology dictates these guys as protecters, providers, and hunters. They're prone to reacting quickly in a given situation they have to because the survival of themselves and theirs depend on it. This tends to have alpha listed as feral. Their fertility is dependent on their rut cycle, alphas can not make Offspring outside of their ruts. Normally exposure to omega pheromones help keep these regulated.

Omegas. do tend to be on the slightly smaller side. But they're not tiny people! There would be no safe way to engage an alpha if they were super petite. Omegas also have what I call SELF DEFENSE MECHANISMS. Biology gave these guys something to help protect themselves and their young. Whether it's a bitter pheromone, they can release when threatened, their size (some omegas are as big as alphas), or even the ability to mask their scent. Omegas tend to be more docile in nature. It's easier to care for young and their mates if they aren't flying off the rails. However, omegas who go "feral" have distinct physical changes, their fangs are more pronounced, their nails are stronger and sharper. Their scent also becomes less friendly. After a time, these changes do subside. An omegas fertility is dependent on their heat cycle. Exposure to alpha pheromones tend to help regulate these. An omega can not have Offspring outside of a heat cycle.

Betas. Simple creatures, they can't scent like alphas, omegas, and gammas can. But they're a wild card and we love them. Betas fertility is solely dependent on a normal cycle and they can get pregnant/can impregnate someone at any time.

Gammas. Can scent like omegas and alphas. However, they do not have a heat/rut cycle. They, like a beta, can get pregnant/impregnate someone at any given time. Oftentimes, gammas are mistaken for alphas/omegas.

With all that said:

omega/beta pairings, always yield a gamma child.

Offspring will smell like their parents until puberty.

The military likes having omegas in their ranks.

Omege/Omega pairings are fairly common, and usually, an alpha or gamma will join those preexisting relationships. These are most common for pack dynamics rather than just a couple though

Omega/Omega pairings have a 1 in 100 chance for a baby, this baby will 100% be an omega

Omega Self Defense Mechanisms are hereditary

Prolonged Feral states in an omega tend to unlock a new self-defense.

When an omega or alpha is under a lot of stress, their heat/rut cycles are impacted greatly.

Omega/Gamma pairings yield gammas beta or omegas (omega young are not too common)

Male omegas testes are nestled in with their ovaries. Their penis is essentially an elongated clitoris with tubes connecting to their testes.

Military personnel with secondary sex tend to not have a cycle due to the stress of their work. Though if they're mated and/or have a pack cycles tend to be more regulated.

There is no special mating gland, but it's common for mates/packs to bite hard enough on scent glands that the scent blends a little bit.

Use these ideas if they work for you! I'm probably gonna use these (may even add more as time goes)

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Soap: Remind me how we ended up with that again?

*gesturing vaguely to Thistle, who is attempting to coax a very wild wolf towards her.*

Price: I think Ghost pulled 'er out of the dumpster.

Ghost: No, Gaz picked 'er up ou' of the pound.

Thistle: Actually. Laswell sided you lot needed some actual brains.

(Keep an eye out for Thistle's official introduction to the 141! (And how they became the poly!141)) 😈

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It sucks and I actually hate it but here have some thistle and Simon

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Is Thistle an OC just for COD? Yes. Will I maybe make a fic specific to her? Maybe. Will I have more blurbs for Thistle? ABSOLUTELY 💯 (send me some asks if yall wanna see a specific blurb!!)

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Why Thistle is Thistle

Soap: Why does the cap call ye Thistle, lass? *Is dealing with the gremlin using his arm as a personal chew toy.*

Thistle: MMMM Probably cuz 420 isn't an acceptable call sign in a non smoking household.

*Cue Price suddenly scruffing Thistle and pulling her off of Soap*

Price: Because she's too pretty to be called a weed, and much too difficult to get rid of to be a rose.

*Thistle.exe has stopped working at this time.*

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Soap: I dinnea understand why ye must bi- *frowns at the one muppet biting his right bicep.*

Ghost: Would it help if I told you you look wonderful today?

*Soap looks very unimpressed. Then he looks to his left bicep.*

Soap: Ye too lass?

Thistle: Cuteness aggression.

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Graves is absolutely looking unimpressed with these autistic muppets (You can pry autistic Ghost from my dead hands) very faintly in the background btw you can hear gaz calling "world star!!"

Thistle: So I found out that Price doesn't love me.

Price: That is not-

Ghost: I know right? He refuses to let us stab the pincushion.

*Graves mind you is tied to a chair. Gagged and looking between these idiots.*

Price: You still can not stab the pincushion.

Thistle: See. He doesn't love me.

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Thistle: So I found out that Price doesn't love me.

Price: That is not-

Ghost: I know right? He refuses to let us stab the pincushion.

*Graves mind you is tied to a chair. Gagged and looking between these idiots.*

Price: You still can not stab the pincushion.

Thistle: See. He doesn't love me.

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Y/N: *Sudden screech from some unknown spot on base*

Price: What-

Ghost: *Answering screech from his spot in Price's office*

Gaz: Bruv you two 'ave cells use'em

Soap: *Busts into Price's office with y/n tucked under his arm* Delivery!

Price: Fuckin Muppets.

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Please don't come for my throat I've been on a COD kick and it's BAD. ANYWAY Have some good ol' MDNI cuz this is an 18+ account also this is like the first thing I've like written on here? If anyone who's actually used tumblr longer than me can give me some pointers please

CW: uhhhh insanity? Obsession? Maybe some sexy time.(lie)

König x !femreader

Poor Shatz. Sitting curled up on your sofa in your soft clothes. Hair pulled back and nose buried in your book. You weren't aware of the danger lurking in your own home. Had never even heard the back opening. So content in your ignorance as the large hooded man creeper closer. Watching you, admiring you. Such beautiful skin that was barely covered by that soft shirt that was much too big for your petite frame. Well petite by König's standards.

So pretty were you as you flipped the page and grabbed another chocolate from the bowl you'd put your snacks in. Licking his lips he leaned over the couch and snatched the chocolate from your very fingers!

"König!" You shrieked, glaring at your husband. Pursing your lips, you tried to smother your smile. "You were supposed to call."

"Ah, I am sorry, Leibling, but I vanted to surprise you," He rumbled. Popping the chocolate into his mouth, he leaned in and kissed you, sharing the very chocolate he'd stolen from you.

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BLACK LIVES MATTER THEY ARE HUMANS LIKE YOU AND I ✊🏿✊🏾✊🏽✊🏼

BLACK LIVES MATTER

Stop closing your eyes, stop scrolling past, stop thinking it’s not your problem. I’m a white person and might be talking especially to white people out there not being enough aware. It’s the time we say stop, and we need to stop standing still, it’s not a “Black People’s problem”, it’s not a problem “out of our community”, it’s humanity and decency and rights to live and BREATHE not in constant fear. We have voices and privilege that somehow makes our voices worthier to whatever else? So we have to use it, to fight RACISM and SYSTEMIC RACISM that’s sitting inside all of us and in our everyday lives. We need to be all on one side, so there won’t be sides anymore.

I’ve been following all the recent news since the George Floyd murder and I’ve found some good stuff to stay informed, understand what’s happening and start do something. I thought about sharing.

Please SIGN all these petitions and help demand JUSTICE for Black People that have been murdered and their names forgotten. All you need is 10 minutes of your time to sign all the petitions on both pages, every petition has a paragraph explaining the history of what happened to that black person and what you’re signing for. We’re also talking about black children murdered, a pregnant black woman beaten causing the loss of her unborn baby.

Keep reading if you want to do more as you should.

If you can DONATE (not to change.org, donations won’t go to associations but to them to “support the cause” but you better donate to help the protestors and/or the victims), TEXT or CALL asking for justice and help bring awareness and justice for Black People.

STAY INFORMED on what’s happening (by @utenas). Other ways to support/be an ally (by @calmholland). Stand with #BlackLivesMatter. Enough to be silent. Make posts, talk to people, raise awareness and learn.

Watch and read these:

George Floyd NOT resisting the arrest (no death scene)

The real person that George Floyd was

GENERATIONS OF PAINS

Tamika Mallory speech and urgent call for justice

Killer Mike speech to ATL

The Tyler Merritt Project: Before You Call The Cops

Atlanta protest before the police showed up causing violence

Brooklyn protest before NYPD incited violence

Beverly Hills peacefully protests before LAPD arrives

Protest are being PEACEFUL until cops show up

Cop getting replace because he was crying/showing sympathy for protestors

Woman named Latonya speaks peacefully in a protest in Austin, Texas (that’s the full protest video, she speaks at minute 27.27 + other videos 1, 2)

Police being the real violent ones: - verbal/physical aggression towards a peaceful protestor  - showing palpable excitement like it’s a fucking game - acting violent towards protestors - shooting rubber bullets against journalists/reporters - pepper-spraying an elected official black woman - attacking with a bicycle a harmless woman, sparkling violence - attacking peaceful protesters who are sitting harmless on the street - LAPD beating a peaceful protester - more videos of violent cops at #BlackLivesMatter protests - actor/activist Kendrick Sampson being beaten for defending a protester - white policeman maced and pepper-sprayed a 10-years-old child

Police beating Black harmless People (a man and a woman, a child)

Black autistic man needing to be identified so white cops won’t go after him

Korey Wise, victim of systemic racism and convicted in 1989, protesting 

Nice things: - Police officers joining protests in New Jersey & Miami - Hispanic/Latino people showing support for Black People - White old woman and black man meeting in a store - Black woman twerking to the police - Atlanta Chief of Police Department (named Erica) actually listening protestors: 1 + 2 (the woman speaking at 1.25 broke me in tears) + 3 - White people barrier in defense of black protestors from police

#RaiseTheDegree

+ understand and recognize your privilege, hear the call to action to not just be not-racist, but BE ANTI-RACIST:

Rihanna’s NAACP speech that calls for unity, solidarity and not considering all black people’s problems as their own only: “Imagine what we could do, TOGETHER”

Billie Eilish callout to white privilege

Jane Elliot speech on white privilege and conscious silence towards racist attitudes and behaviours

A Guide to White Privilege by Courtney Ahn

Privilege is when you think something is not a problem because you’re not personally involved

cherryemojigirl via TikTok on white privilege

Comparing whites’ privilege and black people’s lives

Whites protesting for haircuts // Black People protesting for THEIR LIVES

You don’t need to be Black to feel outraged

Ava DuVernay’s call to action

Major proof of media being white-controlled

6 years ago it was still the same, nothing changed

It’s not only America. It’s a plague affecting the whole world. (example)

Don’t go for #AllLivesMatter, your life matters, Black people’s lives are not being treated as human lives, they’re being murdered with bare hands or shot for doing something that would cost a 1-day-in-jail max for a white person. That’s to that we need to focus the support and solidarity and protests and asks for justice, because they’re the ones being killed and mistreated, not whites. #BLACKLIVESMATTER

#SAYTHEIRNAMES

Sandra Bland whose mugshot was taken when she was already dead

Layleen Polanco (black transgender woman, 27, found dead in police custody)

Breonna Taylor (shot 8 times in Louisville in her home, March 13, 2020)

Tony McDade (black trans man, killed a few days ago in Tallahassee)

Marsha P. Johnson (black trans woman who fought for LGBTQ)

Willie Simmons (serving 38 years for a 9$ robbery)

Malik Williams (man on wheelchair, shot 86 times on Dec. 31, 2019)

Nia Wilson (murdered by a white supremacist)

#JusticeForFloyd, #JusticeForAhmaud, #JusticeForBreonna

George Floyd, Trayvon Martin, Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery, Tamir Rice, Oscar Grant, Eric Garner, Philando Castile, Samuel Dubose, Sandra Bland, Walter Scott, Terrence Crutcher, REGIS KORCHINSKI-PAQUET, Tony McDade, Ira Latrell, Christopher Mitchell and many others who don’t deserve to be forgotten.

It’s not Black People vs. White People. Black People are fighting for their rights to BREATHE and LIVE day after day without the fear they could be the next. Put yourself in their shoes: it’s not whites and blacks, it has to be people AGAINST racism. It’s JUSTICE, it’s EQUALITY, RIGHTS that Black people deserve as they’re humans like all the other people and have nothing less than them.

Goodnight.