Day 1- my drawing skills aren't that great but I wanted to show my support so I tried my best
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the sloops got me. they got me bad
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Between the Reposts
Between the reposts, of racoons with hats
and fandoms of bread that can calculate stats
is pictures of children dying
guns drawn at their heads
and if they are not yet dead then they will not
Survive this.
Between all the reposts, of famous explorers
and stories about childhood boarders
is letters from their mothers
begging for some other reality
for their children to be brought back to them
as they are left there crying.
Between the bloody reposts, of characters and their cats
lovers and newly decorated flats
is the news of the 'war'
news of the 'war'
news of the torture.
Dogs, butterflies, BUY A NEW PC, my brother is eating cheese,
I HATE APRICOTS, this is the best Pokémon, I love my dad,
shitty books, how to film your heartbeat, I lost my bag
crowds out the hungry,
crowds out the dead,
crowds out the hungry,
crowds out the dead.
The noise speaks volumes,
and only noise will be what's left.
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Some random person could say "i wish the internet wasnt so US centric because i now know against my will about laws in Nevada that will literally never be relevant to me" and a usamerican will reply with "but you know american politics affect the entire world so we Have to be the center of everything" my brother in christ the only reason youre relevant is cuz you started shit in half the countries on this planet...
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I was a little confused and overwhelmed for the second case but it was mostly fine? I'm mostly just tired now. my feets...
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looking for fics about your favorite character on ao3 be like:
dont care
ill read it
dont care
dont care
eh sure why not
what the actual fuck
dont care
ooh that sounds- what the fuck
good enough sure
don't care
the best fic ive ever read in my life. this absolutely ruined me and ill never be the same ever again
dont care
EDIT: this post has been gaining more traction than i ever thought it would, so just a PSA that
THIS USER SUPPORTS PALESTINE
BY REBLOGGING THIS POST SO ARE YOU
ZIONISTS ARE NOT ALLOWED ON THIS POST OR ANYWHERE NEAR MY BLOG
FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE
dont forget your daily clicks!
two threads of palestinian brands/businesses to support
ways to show support as a minor/student
official bds site
a lot of donation page links
buy esims for gaza
please add on any other way for people to help
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Big things tomorrow for the 18+ kinito's friendship club members btw
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To all my online shit stirrers out there:
Top tip. Want to make them quake? Not know how to respond back? Make them look like a complete buffoon?
Quote sources! I started doing this around 2 weeks ago. Before, responding to [blatantly false] facts would always end up in a virtual spitting match. Since Quoting Sources, I have had a 0% response rate!
A response denying that uterine transplants of trans women have no use? Source!
A response saying that a flying coaster is dangerous because "all it takes is one thing to brake and you're having a belly flop no one wants."? Well that's absurd. Why? No source!
This is only a small peek at what Quoting Sources can do for you! It shuts them up like magic!
Also see: asking people for THEIR sources! See a person stating a person died because a 'ride was so intense'? Ask them their source! It causes an awkward virtual silence you can truly revel in. Sometimes these facts are true, but it's good to see where these people get their facts so you can practice critical thinking either way!
[Quoting/Citing sources is good practise for topics with a lot of misinformation and feelings targeted at it which can cover topics from rollercoaster safety, to transgender biology, to the Palestinian genocide. It's always morally right to be thoroughly educated by trustworthy sources - No, the news typically isn't a trustworthy source. I recommend looking at papers/blueprints/Wikipedia (as they usually cite their sources).]
[[Don't forget to always cite your source as you quote it. It has a much better impact and also Plagiarism Isn't Cool.]]
Also see: Why exactly you would be more informed on the subject than the person you are arguing with. Why should they trust you?
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dont forget to do your daily clicks at arab.org, please!!
link for clicks
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ireland and iceland are the same amount of far away to me, emotionally
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Day 4- bouncey!
Clicks here
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there is no more time to waste for a ceasefire
do not look away. all eyes on rafah
dont forget your daily clicks and all you need to know about esims
get to learn about palestine
donation links
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like when ur both so gay u float and dance in the air
dont forget your daily clicks!!
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It's a Match! || 141 x reader
[ Chapter 1 ] || [ Chapter 3 ]
Pairing: Soap x Reader || 141 x gn!Reader
Words: 1K~
cw: a bit of dirty talking/innuendos
Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?
Chapter 2: Johnny
“Oh, hello…” You remarked to yourself as your eyes locked into a stunning pair of blue eyes on your screen, stopping your mindless right-swipping. “...Johnny.”
“You’re 29… A soldier… Scottish… Are you friends with Kyle?” You mused playfully. “Let me guess, you’re a gym bro, aren’t you?” You asked sarcastically as you tapped your finger on the right side, skipping through his pictures. The first one immediately after was him lifting while wearing a weightlifting belt. “Yup… Mandatory gym pic.”
Chuckling to yourself, you snap a screenshot of his profile to the girls as well, sending it quick.
leah: @/mia Whatever good energy you sent its working. second hot guy in the last 5 minutes!
mia: i lit a CANDLE for this!!!!!
leah: there weren’t any handsome guys like this when i was on tinder?! 😫 UNFAIR. 🙄
you: blow it out then cause this is the 3rd actually.
leah: 3rd??? Where’s number 2???
you: didn’t think to snap a screenshot. hasn’t matched me back yet.
mia: has he posted a shirtless pic?
you: kyle did and this one idk but probably. need to check.
leah: Don’t forget to send it over.🥴
Shaking your head and laughing in amusement, you went back to Tinder, checking on ‘Johnny’. The mandatory gym pic was there… a couple of them in fact! And then the mandatory shirtless selfie. Or rather… The mandatory shirtless SELFIES. Plural.
Three of them… The first one was him just straight up wearing just a towel… And the next was him in a kilt… And the next was him with a button-up very much so unbuttoned.
“Oh, my, Johnny-John-John… You sure know how to woo a bird…” You joked to yourself.
You dragged your finger down to check his bio and immediately frowned. “Of course…” You trailed off with a disappointed frown as you snuck another spring roll into your mouth.
He might be stupidly attractive, but his personality… Gosh, he doesn’t know how to sell himself. Boring, boring, boring. “I work out and like video games!” You quipped mockingly and scoffed a bit.
“Artist.” You remarked when you reached the last of his profile’s tags, spotting that word in the hobby section. “An artist? You?” You asked your phone screen as if Johnny would come alive in it and answer you.
You’d admit, him calling himself an artist was intriguing enough, but normally that wouldn’t be enough to make you Swipe Right on him… But you’re not under normal circumstances. You promised your friends you’d Swipe Right on everyone so…
Your phone almost dropped out of your hand as soon as the ‘It’s a Match’ screen showed. “Of course… He’s probably swiping right on everyone as well…” Rolling your eyes, you go to click off the screen but accidentally enter DMs.
Johnny: ye have any scottish in you?
you: not that i know of.
Johnny: would ye like to? 🫦
Johnny: wait. wdym not that ye know of???
Johnny: i was trying to be filthy and now got me curious bonnie
“Fuckin’ hell…” You said as you set down your phone and covered your face before breaking into a fit of giggles.
The fact you had accidentally ruined his pick-up line and succeeded in stumping him got you very, very amused. Okay, maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as boring as you thought.
you: story for another time.
you: i walked right into that one tho. good job.
Johnny: no ye cant do that
Johnny: gotta tell me all about it now
you: i mean werent scottish people everywhere in the uk at one point?
you: i might be 1/370232103484320th scottish.
Johnny: would ye like some MORE scottish in ye then? 🫦
you: solid attempt again.
you: if you keep trying you might just get there.
Johnny: i intend to dont worry
you: soooo…
Johnny: so?
you: were you wearing underwear under the kilt?
Johnny: no
Johnny: why want a peek? 😏
you: i’m good
you: so ur an artist?
Johnny: i am
Johnny: ur fast at typing fuck
you: what kind?
you: keep up then!
Johnny: drawing
Johnny: im trying 🥴
you: can i see some?
Johnny: hanging with my mates difficult to text fast 😤
Johnny: idk if ull be in the mood to see anything after im done with ye
you: why? 🤨
Johnny: might be too tired and need to be cuddled to sleep 😏
you: oh fuck off.
Johnny: u just cursed me out
Johnny: i think m in love 😫
Johnny: gonna tell my mates i just met my spouse 🥴🥴
you: don’t give them any ideas.
you: haven’t even agreed to meet up with you.
you: haven’t been invited in the first place.
Johnny: meet up with me 🙏
Johnny: meet up with me 🙏
Johnny: meet up with me 🙏
Johnny: meet up with me 🙏
Johnny: meet up with me 🙏
Your eyes widened at his enthusiasm and persistence. Okay, he was definitely not boring… It was actually kind of endearing and funny!
you: jc r u copypasting that?
Johnny: yes
Johnny: are ye going to or not
you: can i get back to you on that?
Johnny: ill wait for ye
you: sure you do that johnny
Johnny: ow the sarcasm burns
Concealing a chuckle, you clicked off the DMs page for the second time tonight… but, this time, you closed the app and focused on eating dinner.
Sure, this whole dating app thing was stupid, but at least you were enjoying yourself.
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“ive been persisting for a year and my 3d still hasnt conformed!” 𓆩✧𓆪
stop TRYING to get shit in the 3d! trying will not get you anywhere but experiencing more trying! remember the 3d reflects self! if you are assuming/being the one who is trying and waiting for shit to conform then what do u expect? more of that will reflect…
𓆩★𓆪 if you have been “persisting for a year,” i can assure you two things:
thing 1: you were persisting in what you dont want/fears/doubts & identifying w them
thing 2: you were not being the version of you who already has it / you were not being in the state of the wish fulfilled
thing 1: persisting in what you dont want/fears/doubts: you can have all the doubts you want, but when you identify w them / persist in them, then you flop. when u assume/do techniques, you are choosing to identify as another version of you. key word = identify ->
if i identify as the version of me who is living my dream life, does it make sense to look at a doubt and identify w it? or assume the doubt has bad meaning? no. it makes sense that i move on from it bc i already identified as the one who has it. the doubt is just there, neutral.
continuing to identify w the version of you who has it regardless of the 3d
= persisting
= applying the law
persisting = continuing to hold an idea or identity as true even when you manifest it, you will still be persisting in it because you will continue to hold it as fact. you are always persisting in something.
𓆩★𓆪 “how to not identify w a doubt?”
1) move on from it. focus on something else. ur only job is to assume it in the 4d only. if you feel lack, dont panic, feel the doubt & when ur ready, change self/states theres no need to push urself into anxiety. ur desire isnt going anywhere. relax.
2) identify as the one who has it. when u truly identify as the one who has it, any doubt would seem worthless.
𓆩★𓆪 “how to identify w it?”
assume that is ur identity already in imagination. its a simple decision. techniques are there to help to so use them to satisfy yourself in imagination, not to see 3d change. i say this because you need to get out of this 3d trap ->
3d trap = you assume you have something & feel good and then when you look at the 3d, you let that make you feel like shit
solution: know the 3d is always neutral and only you add meaning to it + know the 3d literally reflects imagination + focus on satisfying ur inner self only
sweet gentle reminder: STOP TRYING AND START BEING! YOU DUMBASS CUNT
thing 2: not being the version of you who already has it / not being in the state of the wish fulfilled. state of wish fulfilled = you know you have it already (in imagination); nothing in the 3d can change that
there are infinite versions of you (rich you, broke you, sexy you, business woman you, 100k followers you, annoying you). your job (or should i call it privilege) is to choose one version of you and identify with it in imagination and boom its done.
1. choose the version of you that you want to be
2. identify w it in imagination (via techniques to satisfy your inner self)
3. know its a fact because you just experienced it in the real reality (imagination aka inner self)
4. know any fake illusions of reality (3d) are neutral
𓆩★𓆪 in summary, if you are aware of it not reflecting after persisting for 100 years, you are saying that your senses & 3d mean more than inner self (even tho the 3d is a reflection of inner self). stop forgetting that it is all neutral. it is all inner self reflecting! CHANGE SELF!
𓆩★𓆪 the 3d is a form of inner self so it makes common sense to go to the source and change self (imagination). idc about how long youve been persisting bc if you were rly doing ur job and assuming it in imagination, you would know you are god who has whatever she claims in an instant.
from my sexy twitter thread (click da rainy cloud): 🌨️
kisses, jani 𓆩★𓆪
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𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 - 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰
summary: you walk downstairs, wearing a skimpy minidress for your friends party, matt doesn't let you go.
contains: smut, dom!matt, argument, yelling, overprotective!matt.
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i pull up the straps of my white minidress, its my best friend, lexi's, 19th birthday. i check myself out of the mirror before walking out of me and matt's shared bedroom.
my high heels click on the stairs as matt looks up at me, his eyebrows furrowing.
"where are you going?' he asks, manspreading on the couch.
"just lexi's house, its her 19th." i say chirpily, grabbing my purse.
"is it only gonna be you and her?" matt questions before standing up off the couch, walking over to me casually.
i scoff, "no? theres gonna be a few hundred people, im excited!"
"go get changed." matt says sternly, looking me up and down. i instantly roll my eyes "why should i matthew."
matt raises his eyebrows, "you're wearing half a fucking dress, i think you're forgetting you have a boyfriend?" he says, pointing to himself.
"matt." i groan, applying a coat of lipgloss before unlocking the front door.
"its thin, i can see your fucking tits clearly." matt says, stuttering slightly. "why are ya looking?" i tease, putting my gloss in my back before walking out onto the front porch.
"y/n. i'm serious." matt says, raising his voice slightly as he grabs my wrist with a firm, but not painful grip.
"just cause you're jealous doesn't mean im changing!" i yell, turning around to face him.
matt takes a step back, his eyes widening.
"don't be stupid." matt says before pulling me inside and shutting the door. "go, look at what your wearing in the mirror sweetheart."
i try to pull away from his grip, but he doesn't let me go. "fuck off of me matt, i'm going whether you like it or not!"
matt shakes his head, "no you're not. you're being a brat and you look like a slut wearing for that."
my jaw goes slack before i start "but matt!-" im cut off by his finger on my lips. "you're not going baby."
"fine!" i yell, dropping my purse and kicking my heels off, one of them hitting his shins.
"dont be snappy." matt says, letting my wrist go as i stomp upstairs.
"fuckin' tantrum." i hear matt mumble under his breath before he flops down on the couch.
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it’s not even been 4 minutes before matt’s knocking on the door to our bedroom, i’m laying on the bed wearing panties and a shirt, i mean after all matt did tell me to change?
matt comes in before sitting on the end of the bed.
“what do you want.” i say in a huff, folding my arms.
“i want you to realise everything i do is for your own sake.” matt says in a ‘know it all’ tone.
i stay silent, my lips pouting.
“you understand?” he says, putting a hand on my thigh.
i nod.
“mhm.” he mumbles before standing up off the bed and walking over to me, still laying in the same position on the bed.
“you’re gonna loose that fucking attitude.” matt says, clearly irritated.
i roll my eyes, matt tugs down my white lacy panties, discarding them across the room.
“mattt!!” i yell, closing my eyes.
“gonna dress like a slut you’re gonna be fucked like a slut, got it?” matt says harshly as he pulls my arms up, lifting my shirt off.
i nod nervously as matt flips me over onto all fours before pulling on my ankles, yanking me to the edge of the bed.
“look to your side.” matt demands, i comply, looking at myself in the mirror beside our bed.
“matt..” i mumble as he pulls down his sweatpants to his mid-thigh. his erections springing straight out, hitting his stomach.
“arms behind your back.” matt says, pulling my arms and holding them behind my back.
he slams into me full force, i let out a loud scream, biting the silk sheets.
i hear matt chuckle as he slams into me at an unheard of pace. “fuck fuck fuck!” i shout, squirming my arms which are pinned in place from one of his hands.
“this is what happens when you want to have such a big ego.” matt says in between thrusts.
my legs shake as he pushes my back down, forcing me to arch even more. “taking me well aren’t you.” he mumbles as his thrusts become more frantic.
“keep looking at yourself.” matt says, using his spare hand to tilt my head back to the side.
i feel myself clench around him, orgasming with a scream of his name, matt keeps thrusting, overstimulating me.
he quickly pulls out of me, painting my back with white streaks.
my mouth is agape with shock as matt rubs my thigh “oh my god stay still.”
he grabs the white mini dress of the floor before using it to wipe my back clean. “you okay..?” matt says, worry in his voice before handing me the dress
“you can go to the party..” matt says, pulling the dress onto me.
“what..?” i mumble in a dazed tone.
“you’ll be to sensitive for anyone to fuck you even if you wanted to..” matt says innocently.
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i wrote this in the shower 😛😛
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