Let me apologize in advance for being super fucking depressing.
On the one hand, I’m so, so glad that some of the hostages were released. I’m so grateful they’re safe and home. But on the other hand… I also know that those kids who were kidnapped will never be the same again. It will stay with them their entire lives, and they will never fully get over that trauma (I don’t even want to think about the kids still being held). I experienced 1/1000th of what they went through and I am still dealing with the extreme traumatic effect it had on me. So I know—I know—how all of them must be feeling right now. I know how those weeks must have felt as a captive, ripped away and isolated from their security, put into the hands of complete strangers and abusers. And to still see so many apathetic or outright justifying what was done to them… I really don’t have the words to describe how furious I am. How sorrowful I am. I really, really don’t.
Especially because I know that if they hadn’t been Jewish, more people might have cared.
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I'm so sure that Hanma wears these heels just to be even taller and make others feel even smaller then him
He is so extra, there's no need for this extra height
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PLEASE DO NOT TAG AS YOUR OWN OC OR PAIRING.
Nathan and Ruben share a bond more powerful than most; mutual understanding through past experiences no one should ever have to go through, and through past actions so horrible they cannot be spoken of. Their grief and the blood on their hands binds them to the STEM technology they created, which has alienated them from the rest of the world— but they give each other the comfort they have both longed for so desperately for years, and that is all they need.
They are each other's counterpart; you cannot imagine one without the other, like two sides of the same coin. Through their pain, their grief, their desire, and their regret, they have become one.
anna akhmatova, the guest // bones; equinox // 'i won't become' by kim jakobsson // agustín gómez-arcos, the carnivorous lamb // by oxy // achilles come down; gang of youths // czeslaw milosz, from 'new and collected poems: 1931-2001' // 'extended ambience portrait from a resonant biostructure' and 'migraine tenfold times ten' by daniel vega // a little death; the neighbourhood // marina tsvetaeva, from 'poem of the end' // by drummnist // katie maria, winter // 'nocturne in black and gold the falling rocket' by james abbott mcneill whistler // micah nemerever, these violent delights // body language; we are fury // 'the penitent' by emil melmoth // chelsea dingman, from 'of those who can't afford to be gentle'
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they found a match! also a cig for springy :3 (they both smoke, such horrible influence on springtrap's kids smh u-u)
I can't decide whether or not they're old friends with crazy tension between each other or actually together, but i think that kind of ambiguity sorta fits whatever the hell is going on between em
also they're both in their mid fifties, they can do whatever really
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Jimmy and Joel team up to stop Fwhip in his insane rampages and they start off bickering and fighting as always but as they take this journey together they start to grow a deeper understanding of each other and even begin to like each other somewhat and once Joel goes a full 1 hour without calling Jimmy a toy and Jimmy doesn’t comment on Joel’s tiny muscles when he struggles to lift something and they might even call themselves friends by the time they’ve taken down the goblin king. Then the next day Jimmy sees Hermes and calls him a “stupid fucking moron” and Joel kills him and they’re back the same as they used to be
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“Hang on, that’s my tub.”
Stede my love my angel my honey bunch where were you that they could steal your tub from your en-suite that can only be accessed from your room….were you holding hands with Ed and staring at the sea??? Were you staring at Ed’s profile while he continued trying to see the oncoming storm??? Were you dressing in your sex shirt and leather pants and showing off your slutty new outfit to the love of your life?????
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Maggie Nelson on Judith Butler in Representations 158 (2022)
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