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an interaction i think would happen between these two at some point:

zuko: aang i think were sort of related

aang: what??? what do you mean???

zuko: well....my great grandfather on my moms side was avatar roku???? so i think that counts?????

aang: oh, really???? that's so cool! i'd say it counts, now i think of you even more as a brother!

zuko: YOU THOUGHT OF ME LIKE A BROTHER????

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What?

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The Iranian Regime is going to execute rapper Toomaj Salehi for supporting protests of Jina Amini’s murder by the regime in his songs.

Iranian activist Elica Le Bon says, “Iranians in the diaspora picked up on the fact that the regime tends not to execute people who become known to the international community. We have seen many examples of prisoners that were either released on bail or had their sentences commuted through our “say their names to save their lives” campaign on social media, using hashtags to garner attention for their causes, and even before social media existed, through getting the stories of political prisoners to international media outlets. Once reported on, and once the eyes shift to the regime and the reality of its pending brutality, realizing that the action is not worth the repercussions, we have seen them back down and not execute. For that reason, this is part of an urgent campaign for readers to talk about Toomaj as much as you can, using the hashtag #FreeToomaj or #ToomajSalehi. Every comment makes a difference, and if we were wrong, what did we lose by trying?”

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Almost the worst thing I could be told, my current outfit apparently makes me look “viciously Australian”.

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oh yes it's that time of year

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*NSYNC - It’s Gonna Be Me

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I wish I could arm birds. They seem like they deserve it

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Bro floor dreams hit different. Like you sleep in your bed or on a couch that's one thing. But floor dreams? Buckle in baby

In this dream I was driving with my husband on the interstate and as driving in dreams goes I can't reach the goddamn pedals. So this makes for a slippery time of course and at some point I end up rear ending the car in front of us going full speed because I'm in the back seat trying to steer the car (???). We survive of course but end up fleeing the scene because SWAT shows up and tries to take us in.

Aside from the fact that it doesn't make sense that SWAT is handling a traffic stop, we end up going to prison. But it's not just any prison. I end up getting sentenced to work in a childcare center, but my husband got the short end of the stick. Because he ends up in the Crimson Bucket.

The US Navy takes my husband to the middle of the ocean via helicopter, and a massive, reddish structure rises from the waves. It's made up of hundreds of cells that are kinda shaped like cassette tapes, and these launch from the structure to receive prisoners or whatever. So they deposit him in one of these cassette-cells and it reattaches to the main structure and the whole thing sinks beneath the waves again. This dystopian, maximum security black ops site straight up swallows my husband forever like a kraken.

And as it sinks into the depts, I hear someone say in a rueful tone, "The Crimson Bucket. You go in, then you go under. And there's no re-winding."

I woke up in a cold sweat after that with that phrase echoing in my mind

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On body

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things i need to figure out:

how to do any sort of community organization. even just talking to the people around me, laying some sort of groundwork

how to make someone care about something that doesn't affect them. i can do this while talking out loud, but it's harder over text. why should someone outside of my major give a shit about us getting nearly kicked out of our building?

how to dig up shit that administration wants buried. they spend more time on fancy concerts and new construction projects and expand expand expand than they do their students or professors. they're reallocating 75% of our fucking building to a new grad program, a move that puts all three majors based out of that building at risk.

and most importantly, my friend was one of the reasons i went to this school. we met at a prospective students day, and he was more excited about coming here than anyone else. he made me excited to come here too. and then he transferred schools because this place sided with a professor they ALREADY KNEW WAS AN AWFUL PERSON over him.

my friend's a tough guy, and he's got his own plans for dealing with admin, but that isn't enough. i want them to fucking Pay.

i know they've done more shit to more departments. i know we're not the only ones being fucked over. but i'm not very good at digging for information or going out and Talking to people.

i need to figure out how to: network with people, get people mad, spread the word to my fellow students, encourage discontent with administration, dig up the shit they've got under the rug, and do it without getting in trouble.

well, hey, i'm probably not gonna be able to go here next year if i can't scrounge up an extra $2000- might as well go out with a bang?

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All this about not getting to see John Lennon on twitter but I think the real tragedy is that Freddie Mercury never had an instagram

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“I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse. I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem. Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo. When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to. And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe. I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy. I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.”

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Curious Georgiana (via grrrlstudies)

I know I’ve reblogged this before, but it bears re-reblogging (?).  This is how you respond to abuse, this is how you give people control over their bodies/uteruses, this is how you act as a generally non-judgmental and compassionate person.  I love this story so fucking much.

(via coffeewithants)

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[Not my recordings. This is what’s left of the dialogue in question.]