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If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

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Not Originally Mine but I want to post as Solidarity! 🇵🇸🔥🇨🇩🔥🇸🇩🔥

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and if I said they were the best duo in the show 👀

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Reblog so everyone can hear what they need.

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this is the ONLY damian wayne design i accept by the way. brown skin, a crooked nose, dark green eyes and thick eyebrows. keep that white-washed monstrosity away from me

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i just finished watching waves and

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★ things my film society has screened (1/?) | WAVES (2019) Dir. Trey Edward Shults ☀ @lgbtqcreators creator bingo | OVERLAYS

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A24 why must your movies inflict irreversible damage on my psyche

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Love is kind. Love is not rude. It doesn't boast. Love also forgets wrong.

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i know nothing about grimes n her life except for the fact that she ate this up 😩 like i listen to this song so much

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having to go to school after work is the worst thing ever bruh like im so tired i don’t want to get up and im gonna fall asleep in class

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Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Y’ALL HAVE TIME TO REBLOG THIS. IT TAKES LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS.

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African Waist Beads 

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Anyone who reblogs this post will have their user written on a poster saying "We Stand With Palestine" that I hope to put up somewhere in the village I live in, or the town that the village is next to.

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omg i fr teared up a little, this is so emotional but like in a good way

let me sign.

pairing: pattinson!bruce wayne x black!oc (lauren)

warning: an attempt at angst

content: in which bruce is crippled with misery and she wants to take his pain.

song: let me sign — robert pattinson

note: we should know how i get when a new show/movie comes out—i write lol.

divider by @firefly-graphics

"Why do you call yourself that?"

Such a loaded question she dared to ask. A loaded question that threatened to probe a flood that she had no ability to contain.

He wanted to lie. Let a few unconvincing words spew from his lips to get her off his back, to avoid a conversation he wasn't strong enough to handle. She wouldn't believe him if he tried. She'd raise an eyebrow, twist those perfect lips of hers, and cock her head to the side, eyes searching his sunken face like he had forty heads upon his shoulders.

He called himself vengeance. An ungodly force to be reckoned with, a lurker in the shadows. Darkness was his home; he confided in it like a parent. It shielded him from the outside world; the darkness was his protection from reality. Vengeance was a disguise that he wore all too well.

The leather tight against his skin gave a confidence he never knew. The callouses on his rough hands scraped by the interior of worn gloves possessed a power he'd never known. The smooth mask that guarded his identity allowed for a new persona to arise. No one would focus on the shy, tormented, broken man known as Bruce Wayne, but as the infamous vigilante who did everything that Bruce couldn't.

"Bruce..." her voice disrupted the eerie silence around them. He thanked his lucky stars for the darkness in his bedroom. He couldn't look at her. Not now. Not like this.

Lauren pushed away the pillows that created a barrier between them. They flopped upon the dirty floor, small lines of dirt formulating on the white cases.

"Vengeance is angry." His voice was hardly above a whisper. The soaring winds outside his window were louder in volume. His voice sounded like a rock against concrete, yet was a lullaby in her ears. "Vengeance is a master of darkness. Vengeance wants revenge and to inflict pain on those who inflicted it upon him first." She watched his jaw lock and his neck twitch. "I am Vengeance. We are one in the same."

He met her eyes for the first time since their encounter. They were brooding. Dark. Full of pain, gut-wrenching pain that made her stomach clench. His jaw ticked and his neck twitched. Bruce turned his head swiftly.

"No, no, please," Lauren begged. She placed a gentle hand on his sunken cheek, her black manicured nails caressing his skin gently. "Look at me, please." She gently nudged his face. He didn't fight her.

"You are..." she trailed off. Her heart was split into infinite tiny pieces. Gosh, he was so tired. Those beautiful eyes of his carried so much sadness, guilt, and bitterness all in one. The only time she'd seen them bright were in childhood pictures where he stood in between his parents. Then, and only then, had he been truly happy.

Her thumb swiped below his eyelids, caressing the dark circles around them along with black, smeared streaks. Her finger ran down the bridge of his nose that was red from the harsh Gotham breeze. His lips, thin and pale, cut and bloodied.

"It doesn't have to be like this forever, you know that, right? Just take it a day at a time, Bruce, but don't let this eat at you until you are in your grave. Your parents wouldn't want this for you and you know it."

He pulled her hand away and held up a finger. "You do not know what they--"

"I know they would want the best for you, Bruce. Any good parent would. Do you really think they'd be okay with you killing yourself like this? There is nothing wrong with grieving, you lost your family. I can see how painful it is for you; it's nothing to forget o-o-or ignore, but one day at a time, Bruce. Just, take it one day at a time."

Bruce pursed his lips and choked back a cry that'd been scratching at his throat for days. Lauren nodded, "It's okay, you can cry. You can let it out, there's no shame in it. You're hurt and that is okay. Just...one day at a time."

Silence.

"Can I hold you?" she asked carefully. She scooted closer and the moonlight illuminated her face. Her brown skin was full of warmth and her eyes of love, though they looked just like his: flooded by sadness.

He took in a shaky breath and nodded once. Lauren wrapped an arm around his back and another around his neck, craddling his tense body softly. Her finger's scratched at the base of his neck and combed through his dark hair. She rubbed his shoulders in a nurturing manner. Then, he broke.

A quiet sob fell from his lips and she caught it with her ears. He hugged her back tighter than she'd ever been hugged before. His fingers crossed behind her waist, almost afraid that she'd be gone, too, if he let her go.

Tears fell from his eyes and rain down her shoulder. She shivered.

"I got you, okay? I'll always have you. Always."

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daily reminder that boycotting is not a moral stance but a political strategy, so the whole “there’s no ethical consumption under capitalism” argument is not the gotcha you think it is

you can refer to BDS if you’d like a list of companies to focus your efforts on. you can refer to this website if you’d like to become more conscientious about what you’re buying and check for brands/products to avoid.

*please note that i am a palestinian who has been boycotting my entire life. do not try to explain to me in the tags or reblogs or replies what a targeted boycott is or complain about giving up your comfort for something that you (incorrectly) believe does not make an impact. being quiet is free. exercise your right to remain silent today.