#tw mention of war

[didthekingdieyet]

where is the netflix documentary about the 25 people harry says he killed during his military service

[universestreasures]

@kinglanius​ Sent: 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐇  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 (Accepting!)

❛  i used to believe in forever but forever’s too good to be true.  (Ruri)

“Brother...!” The outburst escapes her lips that are just as painful as his own, magenta eyes staring at the damaged golden ones of her older brother. This war has truly changed everything and everyone. Smiles no longer existed on people’s faces, instead expressions of hatred and fear as they are forced to fight for their survival. Dueling was no longer a way to connect people together in happiness. And worst of all...those closest to her had been taken from her, in more ways than one.

This includes her own brother who these days seemed unrecognizable. Shun always had somewhat of a chip on his shoulder, but he was a loving and caring individual. Now, though? All she saw was a soldier hell bent on vengeance, not dissimilar from the ones she continued to protect those who remained from. It made her heart ache to see him like this, to see him deteriorating just like Heartland before her very eyes...

“Please, please don’t give up hope! I know it’s difficult to do in our circumstances, but we must! We must keep hope alive, hope we can bring back the smiles to Heartland! And...we can’t do that by fighting like our enemies!” The tears have spilled over, just as her heart has spilled all over her words. Ruri was pleading with all her might to her brother, desperate to try and save him from this path. What kind of sister would she be if she didn’t try?

Her hands come to gently yet snakingly touch his duel disk, one recently modified with some technology repurposed from some Academia soldiers. With this power, not only could the Resistance dimension travel, they could also... 

“Brother...Please...Please don’t do what our enemy does to us....Promise me you won’t card anyone! Promise me, Shun!” 

[missdeviouscreature]

I stood upon a cliff and observed the battlefield, a thousand body masses lying on the ground, the dirt was covered in blood and gore. I grinned proudly at the view. I grew plants out of their broken skulls and branches pierced their corpses while they soon became fertilizer for the lovely trees. For I, out of a disturbing war result, have made the most beautiful scenery known to man

- 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 :)

[aalexias]

when / how did lexi realise her feelings for lee?

i’ve  been  thinking  so  much  about  lexi    &    lee’s  background,    bless  you  for  giving  me  a  platform  to  talk  about  ‘em!      lexi  originally  met  lee  in  1934.      her  travels  had  brought  her  to  southern  carolina  and  she  fell  for  that  smile  almost  instantly.  he  was  the  first      (    and  last    )      human  she  shared  a  romantic  connection  with.  lexi  had  become  somewhat  cautious  of  humans  after  the  village  killed  her  brother    &    almost  her,  but  lee?    lee  was  impossible  not  to  ignore.    what  was  only  meant  to  be  a  quick  fling  ended  up  being  more.  three  weeks  turned  to  three  months,  three  months  turned  to  three  years.  they  were  inseparable.  however,  their  happily  ever  after  did  not  come  instantly.  as  lee  celebrated  three  birthdays,  lexi  remained  the  same  and  the  longer  they  were  together,  the  more  aware  of  his  mortality  she  became.  not  wanting  to  be  the  one  to  spoil  his  innocence,  lexi  left  lee  in  the  middle  of  the  night  with  little  explanation.  it  was  better  that  way,  she  was  sure  of  it.  

seven  years  pass.    lexi  convinces  herself  they  were  never  meant  to  be.  lee  deserved  to  live  a  normal  life,  with  a  normal  girl.  she’d  done  the  right  thing    &    tells  stefan  as  much  when  he  asks  her  if  she’s  sure.  it’s  1944  when  fate  decides  to  intervene;      lexi  was  working  as  a  nurse,  tending  to  soldiers  wounded  fighting  in  the  battle  of  the  bulge.  imagine  her  surprise  when  one  of  those  soldiers  turned  out  to  be  lee.  he  was  badly  injured  and  though  the  doctors  weren’t  convinced  he  would  pull  through,  lexi  saw  that  he  did    …    the  human  way.  she  barely  left  his  bedside,  nursing  him  back  to  health.  it  was  in  these  moments  when  the  truth  came  crashing  down  on  her      :      she  was  in  love.  hopelessly,  irrevocably    &    undeniably  in  love  with  a  human.  and  he  might  not  even  live  long  enough  for  her  to  tell  him.

of  course,  their  story  doesn’t  end  there.  lee  pulls  through.  when  he  first  comes  around,  he  believed  lexi  to  be  a  hallucination.  an  angel  ready  to  welcome  him  into  heaven.  upon  realising  he  was  still  alive    &    life  had  brought  his  lost  love  back  to  him,  lee  took  her  hand  and  asked  her  to  marry  him.  it  didn’t  matter  where  she’d  been  or  why  she  left.  his  devotion  to  her  had  never  faltered.  it  was  her  face  he  thought  of  when  thinking  about  home  during  the  war.  it  was  lexi  he  wrote  to,  even  if  he  had  nowhere  to  send  the  letters.  once  lee  recovered,  lexi  decided  to  be  honest  with  him.  the  rest,  as  they  say,  is  history.  lexi  turned  him  two  years  later.  they  promised  each  other  forever  and  at  the  time,  they  meant  it.  if  only  they’d  known  even  forever  had  an  expiration  date.  maybe  then  lexi  wouldn’t  have  wasted  so  much  time.  

[intersectionalpraxis]

Israel went to Jenin today, in the West Bank, and kidnapped this 7 year old girl from her family. They do these things often but we rarely catch them on film [@/Carl0s_Vela on X.]:

[sayruq]

[stuhde]

i had shared what is happening in sudan on a long facebook post last night, but it virtually received almost little to no engagement or shares from the nearly 600 “friends” i have on the site.

this morning, my great-aunt was shot by the soldiers fighting for power, and God forbid, i lose more of my family members before eid this friday.

please read below to understand what is happening and how you can help my country. i hope the tumblr community can show more kindness than the lack of support and advocacy i’ve seen elsewhere.

يا رب اجعل هذا البلد آمناً 🇸🇩

the lack of awareness and advocacy from the African, Arab, and Muslim diaspora and the human rights community has been painful.

while Western media has done little to no coverage of the ongoing conflict in the capital city of my motherland, Sudan, it appears that the rest of the world also partakes in normalizing crimes and violence against SWANA people.

violence and war hurting the SWANA region are NOT ordinary occurrences — no one, regardless of race, creed, ethnicity, religion, and gender, should experience the unprecedented amount of violence that harms my two living grandmothers, aunts and uncles, and baby cousins who live in Khartoum.

your decision to ignore reading or educating and discussing with others about what is likely to be a civil war is complicity in viewing SWANA people as individuals who regularly experience conflict and are undeserving of help.

the silence is damaging, and it is up to us as privileged members of the diaspora (or individuals living in the Western world committed to human rights) to support the people of my country and their dream for a stable, democratically elected government.

what is happening in Sudan is a fight that started on April 15 between two competing forces for power — the Sudanese Army and the Rapid Support Forces (RSF) — neither groups are representative of the needs of our people. The Sudan Army is loyal to the dictator, Omar Al-Bashir, and the RSF is responsible for the genocide in Darfur.

with both power struggles backed by different Arab and Gulf nations, the two parties have been fighting for power for the last few years. While they worked together to try and end the people’s revolution, they lost. however, they are now in a constant power play of who will get to rule the nation.

this all means that war is NOT a reflection of my country — violence does not represent the SWANA people. Sudan is a nation of beautiful culture, strong women, intellectual and influential Islamic scholars, poets, and youth at the front lines of the revolution. we are a people committed to a region of peace for ourselves and the rest of the Ummah.

my family and the rest of Sudan’s innocent civilians are at the most risk, with many currently without drinking water, food to eat, electricity, and complete blockage to any mosques during the final nights of Ramadan, our holiest month of the year.

i ask that you please keep Sudan and our people in your prayers — donate to the Sudan Red Crescent or a mutual aid GoFund Me, email your representatives if you live in a country that can put pressure on either competing force of power, discuss this with your family and friends, and please do not forget to think about SWANA people — our brothers and sisters in Syria, Yemen, Lebanon, and many others need our love and support.

الردة_مستحيلة ✊🏾

#KeepEyesOnSudan

[coffeelovinggayidiot]

Listen, y'all outside of the Israel/Palestine situation can have whatever opinions you have, but as someone who woke up at 7am by the sounds of sirens and who has friends and family living in the danger zone, I honestly don't give a shit, and no other israel or palestinian gives a shit either over what some dumb fuck on the internet who's never experienced war or even been in a bomb shelter has to say. I pray that my palestinian friends are safe, and that they will suffer as little as possible. People on both sides are DYING. You can have your bullshit, experienceless opinion all you want, but fact is people here are suffering, and you, person getting angry and writing shitty tumblr posts, are not.

Go to hell, people are dying and you making anti-semetic/anti-palestinian post is helping no one but your pathetic ego

Edit: there's were just attacks where I live (which is considered safe) and I'm gonna be completely honest, I'm terrified, for both sides. PLEASE if you're in Palestine/Israel dm/reblog/comment to let me know your ok. We need to support each other through this. This is going to cause us all so much trauma, and we need to hold each other's hands.

[galactic-rhea]

i am sooo desperate to see more art of shmi skywalker because i love her so much so thats DEFINITELY my doodle request lol

The original Skywalker, you're so right about it.

Also I have her a good friend, I'll call her...idk, Tei Demma (she is another slave, obviously).

[antianakin]

You know, if you watched Star Wars and claim to be a fan of it, but your takeaway of it is "this specific small group of people deserves to be murdered down to the last child" then I'm fairly certain the only thing you have ever enjoyed about Star Wars is the pew pew aesthetics of it because the overarching message seems to have completely blown right over your head. I can't imagine watching Star Wars, with its very very obvious symbolism and messages, and then coming onto someone else's post to advocate for the genocide of a minority cultural group. I'd be embarrassed. I'm embarrassed FOR YOU.

[call-me-maggie13]

My late 40s to early 50s boss just asked what’s wrong with 18-25 year olds these days

And as a 21 year old all I could think was

The world has been on fire since we were born and we’ve been told the adults are putting it out and now we’re old enough to realize they’ve been pouring kerosene on the flames instead of water.

Before my first birthday, 9/11 happened and the world wouldn’t let us forget it. When I was 6 years old, on September 11th, my teacher sat us down in front of a tv and showed us footage of 9/11 and then told us we weren’t allowed to cry. She said that it was real and those were real people jumping from the building because jumping was a faster death than burning.

When I was 7 years old, the economy collapsed and my family went from lower middle class to poverty, we went from healthy home cooked meals every night to mac and cheese and beans for weeks in a row. We started skipping holidays because mom and dad couldn’t keep the lights on and buy us new toys. We started wearing clothes and shoes until they fell apart.

When I was 11 years old, Sandy Hook was attacked by a grown man with a gun and 26 children and teachers were brutally murdered. My teachers never looked at us the same and I haven’t felt safe in a school since. After that, once a month we would have active shooter drills and we were taught to fight and cause as much damage as possible if an armed man entered our classroom because it gave other classes a few extra seconds to escape, it gave our siblings a few extra breaths of safety. We were taught to cover ourselves in other students blood and play dead if we weren’t hit, we were taught that we weren’t safe and we wouldn’t be safe as long as we were in school.

When I was 15 years old, my high school art teacher locked us in the classroom and told us if we heard gunshots we should line the desks up lengthwise so that they reached the other wall because that would be harder to break through than a barricade. She told us that she knew about the threats and she wouldn’t judge any of us that wanted to leave. She told us to get our siblings and stay in the buildings as long as possible, to duck in between the cars so we couldn’t be seen until we got to ours. She told us about the trail behind the auto shop that was lined with trees and led off campus. I got my brother and his friends and we left, we spent the day sitting on the floor in my living room waiting for a phone call that the people we left behind were dying.

Two weeks later, one of my friends dragged me out of a football game and forced me to go home with him. He grabbed my brothers and my best friend and forced the six of us into a two seater car before he would tell us anything. His mom worked for the school board and had told him the police found an active bomb under the bleachers in the student section, and they weren’t informing anyone because they didn’t want to incite panic.

When I was 16 years old, ISIS set off a bomb at a pop concert in Britain and killed 22 people, injuring at least 100 more. The next day at school, our teachers went over how to stay safe if we ever experienced something like that. They told us the most important thing to remember was to not remove any shrapnel because it could be keeping us from bleeding out, they said it was more important to get yourself out safely before you worried about anyone else.

When I was 18 years old, my teachers stopped teaching and put the news up on the projector and we watched as the Notre-Dame burned. The boy I had sat next to since second grade spent the entire day trying to call his sister who was studying abroad in Paris, I watched this kid I had never even seen frown fall apart in English because she wouldn’t pick up the phone. We didn’t know it at the time, but she was okay.

Six months later, my history teacher put the news on the projector again for another fire. This time, we watched as an entire continent burned for three months. We watched their sky turned orange from the smoke and their wildlife drowned in pools because they were trying to escape the heat.

When I was 19 years old, the whole world shut down because of a global pandemic. I didn’t meet a single new person for eight months, despite the fact that I had just moved across the country. I watched as people didn’t wear masks and spread it to everyone around them, I was so scared when I went back to my room every night because my roommate was immunocompromised and I was terrified I would give her Covid and kill her.

Just two months later, I watched a video of a black man being murdered by police officers. I watched the world around me explode after George Floyd’s death, people destroying businesses and police stations. I watched some of my friends realize police officers didn’t exist to keep them safe, they existed to keep the people in power in power. I learned that some of the people I had grown up with would rather watch a black man die than admit that maybe, maybe, the system was broken.

When I was 20 years old, I went to the mall with a friend to buy a birthday present and I was pulled to the ground by a twelve-year-old girl after gunshots went off in the mall. I held this child’s hands as she cried for two hours until we were evacuated by police, and then I waited with her outside and helped her look for her mom. I gave her my phone to call her mom and I watched as she called the number over and over and never got a reply. I waited with her until a police officer took her to the station to try to find out more information about the girl’s mom, I hugged this girl I had never seen before and I wished her the best. I never found out what happened to her or her mom, it keeps me up at night sometimes worrying that this little girl was orphaned.

When I was 21 years old, I started working at a daycare and exactly a week later, Uvalde happened and I found myself crying because my students are the same age those kids were. When they came in after school the next day, one of them had asked me if I had heard about Uvalde and I told her I had, I asked her if she was scared of going to school because of it. Her reply broke my heart. “We practice for it every week so that when it happens to us, we know what to do. I’m just worried that the shooter is going to start in my baby sister’s classroom and not mine.” I listened as other students with younger siblings agreed with her, one of them saying “I would take fifty bullets, if I had to to keep my little brother safe.”

Early this year, I watched Russia launched bombs into Ukraine, blowing up churches and schools and hospitals and apartment buildings. I watched as the estimated death count rose from the hundreds to the thousands to the tens of thousands. I watched men send their wives and children to bordering countries for refuge while they stayed behind to fight, knowing they would probably never see each other again.

Just four months ago, I watched as my right to medical privacy got taken away. I watched my old roommate fall apart because she was denied the right to have her dead fetus removed from her body for almost two days, I worried every time I looked away from her that the next time I saw her would be in a casket. I watched as the women around me realized the military-grade weapons that had torn children in classrooms apart were protected by the government but our bodies weren’t.

There is nothing “wrong” with my generation, we’ve experienced all these things as children and were expected to respond with patriotism for a country that continuously sacrificed their children for the “right” to military-grade weapons, that took away my freedom of choice. We are tired, we were told the world was a wonderful place then shown, at every step, how the world was a place of destruction and pain. And we are angry. We are angry because no one but us seems to be trying to fix anything. And we are scared. We are scared because our children, our nieces and nephews, our cousins and our friends children are growing up in a world that won’t protect them.

[vague-humanoid]

@el-shab-hussein

[terratenshi]

Do you think Anakin does the thing abused kids do where they talk about horrifying elements of their pasts like it's no big deal? Like...

Youngling 1: [throws a tantrum after getting shocked during lightsaber practice] Anakin: If I did that my master would whip me. Youngling 2: [eyes wide] Master Obi-wan? Anakin: [scoffs] No, Master Watto, he owned me when I was a slave. Youngling 1: [gasps] You were a slave?!! Random Jedi Master: [sighs and comms Obi-wan] Come get your Padawan, he's upsetting the other younglings.

[intersectionalpraxis]

Source: [@/ Kandakat_alhaqq on X.] You can follow them here for more updates.

Free Sudan!

[sayruq]

[luvthegame]

ANAKIN who cannot stand the thought of you in any sort of pain. so much so he hates it when you're on your cycle. you two's force bond is so close that he can feel when you're uncomfortable, he can sense your feelings and emotions. when you're halfway across the galaxy with your own battalion, hiding in the bathroom and trying not to cry because of the pain from your menstrual cramps, anakin can feel it as he listens to the chancellor drone on about politics. he knows how bad you feel on your cycle. when you get irritable at everyone, and then later cry in his arms because you "didn't mean to be *that* mean!", anakin's heart aches. so, when he senses you're in pain, he's at your side instantly. how does he manage to make an excuse to see you so much? no one knows. but there he is, making you drink water and glaring at anyone who dares to make a comment about your attitude. he's like your guard dog.