#keep burying their heads in the sand

[fuckinart]

(they'll never understand) How could I ever understand? No, I don't have to understand. I don't wanna understand. So I will never understand. (we could have everything)

[xxamorxexmortexx]

Damian winning clean is so beautiful

Just wish his husband Finn was down here to celebrate with him

[meowmeowmessi]

i dont remember who (i think he was from portugal nt back in the day?) but there was someone who kept playing until they turned 50 and were still in good shape despite being "old" (in football terms). i get there's some health issues they should be careful with, but i dont really get people saying messi has to retire before he reaches like 37. i think unless messi himself has stated he wants to retire after this wc, i dont see why he shouldnt keep playing

but thats just me 👁️👁️

[yridenergyridenergy]

"Starting today, I will memorize PHALARIS 🥁🐂"

[pancakehouse]

the master and margarita won my next read poll which im vv excited for but just want to say that by the time i voted myself spinning silver was in last place and if it had ended up like that you were all going to need to delete your ao3 accounts until you learn to put some mother effing respect on naomi novik’s name!!!!!! btw!!!!!!!!

[manasurge]

hmm

[koipalm]

ok whatever cassian/din thoughts. whatever

its interesting to me that cassian dies at 25 and din is approximately in his late 30s during the events of the mandalorian. i think that them meeting at those ages due to the fuckery of time travel would be interesting because din lives after the fall of the empire during the new republic era... but is not at all interested in the differences of the before and after, past what it means for his covert (and mandalorians in general). like his whole character during the mandalorian is him having to GET involved with the politics of the era to save the child/his friends....

he is similar to cassian in a lot of ways, especially in the way that cassian was at first uninterested in fighting the empire, wanting to just mostly stick to his own lane and what he knows and take what he can get for himself and family. anyway, i like the idea of becoming-radicalized cass meeting din and then immediately trying to get on the guy's good side to convert him to the rebellion. cassian is a pretty quick study in rebellion, which i think means that he would pick up on din's skills as a warrior, tracker, survivalist, etc and immediately try to recruit this guy to the cause because of what he could bring in. grogu's secret jedi/mandalorian? status and dins (SOMEWHAT APPROXIMATE) knowledge of the future would only make it more interesting i think. kind of like this:

cassian, guy who just got saved: you should come with us! im not saying that you have to go all the way, but you've got some talent, and the rebellion would easily shell out a few hundred thousand credits for a handful of jobs escorted by a man of your skills

din, guy who just wants to go home, increasingly aware of the fact that he is over 10 years in the past: uh no i think i left the oven on at home actually. also i hope we never see each other again. goodbye

[berrymeter]

no but actually how do ppl deal w losing a friend. do yous tell the friends you have in common about what happened?? i kinda always opt for "dont say anything abt it overtly except to ppl who know the other person very minimally at best & hope they do the same bc if they blocked without saying anything thats the best outcome probably" but it leads to complications when both parties keep the mutual friends such as "due to having been nothing short of left alone by these friends for a few months bc they were probably hanging w the other friend i am under the impression i am disposable & they hate me also" & also "well if these other friends stopped talking to me clearly i have been spoken of & have not been given the opportunity to explain my side of the story". surely this cant be the right solution

[snekknack]

I keep getting bot asks for money every time I reblog something even tangentially related to Palestine. Bestie, I have lived below the poverty line most of my life (including now), I have no money to give that doesn't go directly into an expense related to keeping myself alive.

Spam an account with way more social/financial capital, I have the horrors of colonialism at home to deal with.

[lovelyrotter]

Holy shit I wish I could redo my 20s.

[shimmeringseaa]

I turn 25 in two weeks. Quarter-life crisis incoming

[robinwinghood]

Ugggghhhh why does this have to come right on time to mess up my birthday againnnnn

[lilylived]

Lmao I'm sorry but I remember a few days after 9/11, there was an interview on the news from INSIDE a random arab family's living room. Cameras, lights, microphones in the grandmother's face. And the reporter basically had the entire family condem the attacks on national news.

I was thinking "oh are those bin laden's relatives??" But no, they weren't. It was literally just some random family that was put on camera to condem the attacks. And everyone acted like it was normal. Who knows what country that family was even from.

That's exactly when I knew the US was up to no good. So it is hilarious to me that all these years later, a lot of people are just now catching up. Literally cannot fathom eating up propaganda like that....

You would think that most countries have their own brand of propaganda. But in reality, most of the global south does not trust their government at all. My cousins in bangladesh were telling me about metoo in bollywood in 2002. Why did americans find the same thing so shocking in 2017? Being brainwashed like that isn't normal at all.

[wizardmania]

The absolute silence today is gut wrenching. Leaflets were dropped on the west bank telling palistinians to go to Jordan. Last time they told them to go south and they got bombed. Everything about Palestine has suddenly dropped off trending and we know that staff has been suppressing the tags #free palestine and #palestine. Now its has to be every single tag that was trending, because i just simply do not believe we stopped talking about it over night. I feel so hopeless about this shit but the only thing we can do rn is to not stop talking. We have to stop trying to bury our heads in the sand and keep posting as if it was normal because its not normal. Palestinians don't get a break from the horror, the least we can do for them is to make sure their suffering isn't silent.

[edwardshundredyearoldspunk]

I'm tired of the way we coddle "escapist" media. we act like, by virtue of being a simpler world, it shouldn't be held to the standards that more apparently complex stories are held to. and then, when the creator dares make your "comfort escapist show" have greater emotional stakes people have the audacity to say it's out of character

[earthtooz]

in which: alhaitham resorts to lying on top of you in order to get you speaking to him again.

quick alhaitham thought i needed to get off my mind, making out at the end lol, potentially ooc

there were a lot of things you didn’t expect when entering a relationship with alhaitham. you didn't expect him to have kaveh as a roommate, you didn’t expect him to overthrow the government, and you didn’t expect him to resort to pettiness in order to end the silent treatment you were giving him.

it’s suffocating beneath him, squished into his soft mattress with his body weight, muscles wrapped around you like a python whilst one arm is extended outwards, balancing a book. you wonder if he’s actually reading it, but you can tell he’s enjoying himself regardless, evident through the way he often turns his head to place a kiss on your exposed collarbone, burying his face into your warmth from here to there. 

for the umpteenth time, you grunt, losing your mind just a little. his body warmth was getting too much, and you’ve been lying here for who knows how long, just staring at the ceiling of his bedroom.

you want to protest, berate him for flattening you before shoving him off, but that would mean surrendering, and this time, you want alhaitham to be the one to give up first. 

as if hearing your thoughts, your grey-haired lover then glances up at you, sleepy gaze filtered through messy strands of hair that have fallen in front of his eyes. you almost cave at the domesticity of it all, only just stopping yourself from brushing his bangs away. 

“still upset?” he murmurs, putting his book face-down to wrap his arms tighter around your torso. “fine. have it your way, i’m going to nap.”

“no-” he perks up at the sound of your voice, raising an eyebrow as a mask of smugness gleams over his face. you shut your mouth immediately, cursing at yourself to slip up so easily, but you really needed to stretch out your legs and the other discomforts of lying like an unmoving plank beneath alhaitham. 

“what was that?” challenges your boyfriend. you don’t answer him, merely staring him down as he sits back, grabbing your wrists. “oh come on, i know you want to say something, out with it.” 

shaking your head, he scoffs at your stubbornness as if his isn’t just as frustrating, and gently caresses your hand. his touch is tantalising, urging you to give in, and paired with that lidded look of his, it’s practically impossible not to.

not many people get to see alhaitham like this, you realise. most know him as an indifferent, closed off, and unapproachable scribe, turned grand sage, turned scribe, yet you get the honour of seeing him as this. “talk to me already,” he demands gently, not letting his grip waver even as you keep trying to pull your hands away, only slipping away so far before he’s holding you again.

there aren’t many battles you can win against him, you know that, and one of them was a battle of strength. as he holds your wrists tight to your sides, his face so close to yours, you feel his earlier playfulness melting into something sincere. 

“are you still mad?” asks alhaitham, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as a pout appears along his lips. the response you give him is a petulant turn of your head. he sighs through his nose. “i’m sorry, okay? i was out of line, i should have listened to you, alright?”

his tone is uncharacteristically kind and warm, warm enough for you to give in to his pleas.

“you mean it?” you tease, grinning widely at him. in the blink of an eye, the tension from alhaitham’s shoulder seeps away like sand, and he sighs with relief before agreeing, a solid ‘yes’ slipping through his mouth. “then i accept your apology.”

“you minx, enjoying the sight of me like this, aren't you-” he murmurs, and you swallow his brewing snide remarks with a kiss, closing the gap by firmly pressing your lips against his. alhaitham is not surprised by your sudden affection. rather, he welcomes it, melts into you wholly as a hand holds the back of your neck to keep you against him. you're warm and precious and everything he could ever desire, so he can't help but let his hands wander, searching for more.

as your mouths slot together, there’s a delicate exchange of apologies that words cannot express; ironic, since alhaitham knows of several ways to apologise in a multitude of languages. nevertheless, he thinks that this is the best method.

with the way you move in sync with him, he can tell that this is your favourite too. 

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