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bi-panic represented in a photo

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They new what they were doing

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Y/N: Are you team Edward or team Jacob

Daryl: The fuck you talkin—-

Maggie: Edward. Definitely Edward

Carol: Seriously? You look like somebody who’d like Jacob

Rosita: Hear me out. Alice

Y/N: That’s a good one

Maggie: Agreed

Daryl: What the fuck are y’all talking about

Rick: You never heard of twilight?

Daryl: HOW DO YOU KNOW

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This expresses my feelings precisely.

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Like come on this man is fine.

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80th Anniversary of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising: "The World Has to Know That We Did Not Go Like Lambs to the Slaughter."

April 19th, 1943 - May 16th, 1943 Warsaw, Poland

“The question is not why all the Jews did not fight, but how so many of them did. Tormented, beaten, starved, where did they find the strength, spiritual and physical, to resist?” – Elie Wiesel

In the morning of April 19th, 1943, on what would be the first night of Passover, the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising began. German troops and SS entered the ghetto to deport its surviving inhabitants to the death camps.

In the summer of 1942, as Jews living in the Warsaw ghetto were deported to Treblinka, reports that made their way back quickly made it clear that "resettlement" meant mass-murder. In response to this, Jews citizens in the ghetto began forming organized resistance forces; the Jewish Combat Organization (ŻOB) and the Jewish Military Union (ŻZW).

Following the January 1943 success of a smaller-scale resistance preventing a deportation attempt, an act that led to the suspension of such deportation efforts by the Nazis, the residents began to secretly build subterranean tunnels and shelters in preparation for a full-scale uprising.

Throughout April rumours swirled of a final deportation of the ghetto's remaining Jews. On the 18th it became clear that German forces, reinforced with artillery and tanks, were moving in to carry out their final action. The alarm was raised, and residents retreated to their underground shelters. They would remain here for the duration of the uprising, refusing to surrender themselves to deportation.

A group of around 700 Jewish resistance fighters, made up of the ŻOB and ŻZW and led by 24-year-old Mordechai Anilevitch, joined together to stage what would be their final stand against the Nazis. These brave young people were malnourished and lacked proper military training, they were equipped with nothing but poor-quality or even homemade weapons and their bare hands.

By contrast German forces numbered 2000, they were well-equipped and well-trained and had advanced knowledge of the existence of these resistance groups.

Despite this stark imbalance, on the first day of the uprising the ragtag Jewish fighters met the invaders head on and successfully forced the Nazis to retreat outside the city walls.

Amongst all of the chaos and destruction all around them, the Jews hiding in the tunnels and bunkers gathered together to celebrate Passover with what little they had, breaking homecooked matzah and drinking illicitly obtained wine.

The Warsaw Ghetto Uprising held strong for a full 27 days, coming to an end on May 16th, 1943. Unable to gain a full advantage, the Germans had resorted to burning the Warsaw Ghetto to the ground in an attempt flush out those in hiding so they could be rounded up.

In the months following the official end of the uprising some Jews remained hiding out in the rubble, periodically attacking German police on patrol.

This was the largest uprising by Jews during World War II and the first significant urban revolt against German occupation in Europe. It inspired many more uprisings, especially amongst Jews in camps and Ghettos.

May Their Memories Be a Revolution

Learn More: Warsaw Ghetto Uprising | Holocaust Encyclopedia Holocaust Survivors Describe the Last Passover in the Warsaw Ghetto Tuesday, Nissan 27, 5783 / April 18, 2023 - Jewish Calendar - On This Day

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Toman Adventures!

Cr: @n_hrhtt

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little flower

I have become an actual fanatic ever since this movie came out and brought forth all of my old love for the Avatar world. I’ve seen this movie 5 times and Jake Sully as a dad refuses to leave my brain :’)

♢ Pairing: Dad!Jake Sully x Oldest Daughter!Reader (PLATONIC ya nasties)

♢ Word count: 1.8k

♢ Genre: Family fluff and feels, protective older sister reader

⌲ Description: You are a protective older sister that will always come to the defense of your siblings, even against your dad. And Jake couldn’t even be mad about it.

Keep reading

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this arts>>>>>

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In the early hours of Monday morning, a 7.8 magnitude earthquake struck southern Turkey and northern Syria. So far, more than a thousand people are confirmed to have died. This figure is expected to rise sharply.

Source: faynstudio on instagram (donation links are on their instagram stories, I was not able to put them here). Please reblog and donate if you are able.

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Studio Ghibli Wallpapers

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Toxic Jealousy

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

Summary: Jude is always too jealous and you get tired of it.

Find more at: Masterlist

Jude Bellingham x (female) reader

AN: Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

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“Okay, so tell me who’s that guy again?” Jude repeats and you groan, throwing your hands to the air.

“Jude, I told you a million times. He’s a classmate. From college. That’s it.” you cross your arms, looking at Jude. 

Your boyfriend has never been good when it comes to being jealous, creating impossible and very imaginary scenarios to get jealous, when in reality he has no reason to be.

It has been going on for a while now, but you’re getting more and more exhausted of his actions. 

Jude squints his eyes at you, analyzing your facial features as if trying to figure out if you’re indeed telling the truth. 

“And why did he give you a ride back home? I told you I’d come pick you up, didn’t I?” he returns the question after a second. Frustration grows inside you and you release a sigh. 

“And I’ve told you that I lost battery on my phone therefore I couldn’t warn you that I didn’t have class and was getting home much earlier. All he did was offer me a ride and I took it.” your voice breaks on the last word, all the frustration getting replaced with exasperation and sadness and your eyes start to shine with tears, your throat constricted with emotion.

“Why do you have to be so jealous all the time? I can’t even have friends without you being suspicious all the time and it’s getting so tiring. I’m so done with this.” 

Your outburst shocks Jude, who stands there with his mouth agape. He quickly regains himself, jumping towards you and wrapping his arms around you. 

“Ah, shit. Babe, I didn’t mean it, okay? I swear I trust you, I fucking do.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, tilting your chin up so your eyes meet.

Jude rushes to swipe his fingers underneath your eyes, cleaning all the spilled tears. 

“I’m so sorry, I just get scared that someone will try to steal you away from me, you know? Because you’re way too good for me and I know it. I promise I’ll contain the jealous side inside me from now on, okay?” he begs, giving you an apologetic smile. 

You sniff, nodding. You only hope he’ll keep his word. 

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DEAR READERS OF TUMBLR…

tldr; the reblog to like ratio is something that we will never escape on this godforsaken app

my fics:

my mutuals’ fics:

this is literally the reason why so many of your favs go on hiatus or even delete their blogs because the interaction on here SUCKS.

there is absolutely NO reason for y’all to not be reblogging fics that you like, bc it literally takes less than a second to do it. and even if you don’t want to reblog (which you should want to) leaving a comment helps writers SO. MUCH. it doesn’t even have to be anything fancy!! and ik y’all aren’t shy about leaving comments bc y’all be right on wattpad keke’ing it up in the comment section, so why can’t the energy be reciprocated here?

idk if it’s bc a lot of you are new to the app or whatever but writers have been trying to tell y’all that likes do not help boost work. the only things that boost content on here are reblogs and comments. if you don’t want to reblog, then comment, and if you don’t want to comment then reblog. but if you do ALL THREE: like, comment, AND reblog? then you’re a fucking saint and you’ve probably made a writer’s day.

guys it’s 2023, let’s start supporting writers please. especially if you’re the type of person to complain about nobody writing for your favs.

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gone so soon...

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no other words, my work here is done 🤭🤩<3

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Off-the-clock Nanami (03/18/22)

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no clue where this came from but i am obsessed with the thought of kissing spencer and being kissed by him

Spencer x Gender Neutral Reader

The smell of the freshly washed sheets wafted into Spencer's nose as the texture of your hair welcomed him home. He felt a sense of pure, unadulterated calmness as he sunk his weary and worn body into the soft bed. He paid careful attention as to not disturb your rest, but he failed as his hands brushed softly against the patch of skin in between your ear and hairline. You stirred, slowly and sleepily releasing it was Spencer who entered the warm safety of your queen bed.

"Hey there." Spencer said. He dipped his head down so his lips made contact against your face as he murmured against your skin. "The sheets smell good."

Spencer hummed, feeling the soft cotton against his palm. He slid the rest of his body under the layers of the top sheet, blankets, and quilt. The softness enveloped his body as your hands creeped up to cradle his face.

"Glad you're home, sweetheart." You whispered, fingertips dancing along Spencer's temples as you threaded your fingers into his hair. He thought about closing his eyes, finally shutting down from the outside world that demanded every ounce of his will, every piece of his extraordinary mind, every drop of his resolve and strength.

With you, in the bed with the fresh sheets and cotton quilt, Spencer never felt more at home. It was like the worries and wounds of the last week washed away with every moment he spent with you holding him like he was something precious.

You scooted closer to him, something that Spencer thought would be impossible considering he could already feel your heart thumping against his ribcage. He wanted to memorize the beat of your heart, commit it to memory so it could be the soundtrack of his life, a constant reminder of why he did what he did.

“You smell so good.” Spencer commented, breathing in the clean, fresh scent of your hair. He breathed deeply, enjoying the feeling of your body expand and contract against his ribcage.

“It’s new. I got it last Tuesday at the pharmacy. I had a coupon.” You replied, dragging your fingertips along Spencer’s collarbone as you spoke. His chest was warm under the fabric of his light blue thermal shirt. It was as if he felt his entire chest blossomed with warmth and ease as he held you in the bed.

“Hmm.” Spencer hummed. He felt a familiar content warmth flood from his fingertips to his toes. “What do you want to do today, darling?”

You turned towards Spencer, hands trailing against his bare skin and sparking electricity into his spine. “How about,” you kiss the corner of his mouth, lips hardly touching, “a whole lot of nothing.”

Spencer chuckled, a low, yet sweet sound that’s mostly vibrations. With his index finger, Spencer drew shapes against your back, silently committing the feel of your cotton shirt against his fingertips.

“Sounds like a plan.” Spencer confirmed, his eyes meet yours in that silent comfort that filled the space between you. “I know I have morning breath, but I’d really like to kiss you.”

You crinkled your nose as you knotted your fingers into Spencer’s hair to draw his face closer to you. “Spence,” you said his name in that exasperated way. It’s the kind of way that he’ll never find himself getting tired of hearing. “You don’t have to ask to kiss me.”

Blushing, Spencer offered a sheepish, sleepy smile. “Just wanted to warn you about the morning breath.”

“Mmm, well,” you whispered, pulling yourself flush against his front, “consider me well warned.”

Your lips are soft and warm. All of you is so soft and so warm and it makes Spencer feel so safe. He felt his heart soar as your hands twisted in his hair, pulling at his soft curls that were perpetually messy. Spencer revealed in the warmth that rushed through his body, the sinking unyielding, the tide that surged to and fro as you cradle his head in your hands.

Kissing you was like coming up for a breath of fresh air. Kissing you took his breath away, yet it felt like he could finally breathe. Spencer slowly gained control of the kiss, smirking into your lips as he felt you melt into his arms. A sense of pride washed over him as you whimpered softly against his mouth.

“You’ll never cease to amaze me,” Spencer whispered against your lips, “So stunning.” He broke from your lips to bring your hands to his mouth, kissing softly against your knuckles.

Spencer closed his eyes, mental snapping a picture of look of love and adoration on your face. He never had someone look at him with such tenderness, such love that threatened to spill over the brim from how full it was.

“Spence,” you fake complained, “you’ve gotta stop looking at me like that or I’m going to cry.” You said, leaning forward to kiss Spencer’s forehead.

Spencer’s eyes crinkled in a silent laughter as he gratefully accepted the kiss. He leaned on his elbow, a playful smirking tugging on his well kissed lips. “Well it’s my job to cheer you up. How’s coffee and reading in bed sound?” Spencer offered, already swinging his feet to the other side of the bed before you could answer.

“Sounds perfect for a whole lot of nothing.” You said, grabbing Spencer by the hand to pull him back into bed for another kiss. His hands guided your jaw, holding you in place gently as you reciprocated the kiss.

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