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guys i actually beg of you to not let palestine become an unpleasant flashback, a transient tumblr trend, a hasbeen subject that just faded away. as an arab—and specifically iraqi—girl, i know what it feels like to have family displaced all over the world as a result of western imperialism. i know what it feels like to not be able to step foot into your homeland because it’s no longer safe. as an american iraqi, raised in the us and insulated from my roots, it wasn’t until last summer that i was able to visit iraq for the first time, and even then my family was worried for my safety—in my own blood country. although nothing like what palestinians are experiencing right now, it might be the tiniest semblance of what it feels like to watch your country disintegrate in front of you.

and this is a universal arab experience. i volunteer weekly at a refugee center that serves middle eastern refugees, and every day i see the longing in their eyes when they speak of where they hail from. it’s safe to say that we will be getting a wave of palestinian refugees very soon: just another generation of arabs who can’t inhabit their own country.

arab culture is so rich, so profound, so beautiful. i am tired of being told by the world—through literal genocide—that it doesn’t mean anything. please never let this be forgotten. free palestine. free palestine. free palestine.

About the dehumanization of oppressed people to justify their oppression

By: Bianca Graulau

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- WRAPPED AROUND MY NECK ; the addams family.

pairing: wednesday addams + gn! reader

contains: adult wednesday (19), mentions of blood, mentions of a noose (not in a suicidal context), written with a wlw reader in mind but all can read, wednesday being wednesday.

"there you are, wednesday. i've been looking everywhere for you," a sickly sweet voice cut through the silence of the night, "you're going to freeze to death out here."

"i hope i do," wednesday declared, eyes wandering onto the patio below. though the stroke of midnight was fastly approaching, the party was still as lively as ever. an eruption of loud, roaring cheers emitting from the ballroom accompanied the chirp of crickets, along with the cooing of the wind. my parents must be putting a show on, the black-haired woman concluded.

"you're not going to die tonight," wednesday melted upon hearing her lover's voice, "at least, not without me."

for the first time, wednesday experienced what she assumed to be fear. however, it wasn't as dreadful as many described it: it was almost. . . exciting. it left her craving for more, more of you - the one person that made her faltering heart beat out of her chest. when was the last time she felt this sickening, but intriguing feeling? if any, at all?

a shadow cast over wednesday, feeling a familiar weight drape over her shoulders. with the fabric brushing her skin, she instantly knew you wrapped your jacket around her. the crisp air no longer nipped at the exposed skin of her lower back, where her black dress was cut.

"how generous of you; i'm surprised i didn't have to pry it from your cold, dead hands," wednesday teased, hugging the garment closer to her chest. she could fondly recall nearly fighting to the death with you for the same jacket, the blade of your sword resting coolly against her neck. she was impressed with your swordsmanship, though, you'd never be able to tell with her blank face. wednesday nearly cut your arm off after that, pugsley cheering her on.

"you'd like that, wouldn't you?" your tone was smug, the smirk on your face evident of that. for years, it seemed as though she had a goal to scare you to death. from a deceased relative reaching beyond the grave to grab your leg to a shadowy creature with multiple fearsome eyes stalking you (who you soon learned was her cousin), you've seen it all. however, her efforts were futile; you never even flinched once.

"i wouldn't be so cocky if i were you. i'll get you one of these days, you'll see," her words had a hint of teasing to them, however, she sounded eerily determined. wednesday fully intended to keep her promise.

"looking forward to it," you grinned, shoving your hands into your pockets. wednesday quirked her lips.

without another word, the two of you observed the rest of the party from the balcony. you spotted shaggy-haired cousin itt dancing with his wife in the crowd, as well as fester moving to the rhythm with a knife in his mouth. the thing was seated on his shoulder, wiggling his fingers enthusiastically.

morticia and gomez weren't difficult to find, they stood out the most with their extravagant waltz. with brilliant twists and spins, the lovers stole the show. gomez spun morticia around, holding her close to pepper her shoulder with many kisses. their obvious display of affection sent shivers down wednesday's spine and put a smile on your face.

wednesday tore her gaze away from her parents, nose scrunched up. out of habit, she reached for the charm dangling from her choker. inside the clear crystal was something so precious to her: a few drops of your blood. a similar vial hung from a chain around your neck, wednesday's blood filling the jewel.

she caressed the smooth surface, eyes darting back to see if you were staring at her. once she noticed you were still focused on the party, she pressed a small kiss to the crystal. it felt foreign and unnatural to her, yet, she should help but grin wickedly. you had her wrapped around her finger; the necklace clung around her neck tightly like a noose, wednesday struggled to breathe, gasping for air. the sensation left an almost unbearable stinging in her lungs, yet, it left her selfishly wanting more.

those amber eyes twinkled chillingly in the moonlight. she was going to enjoy scaring the pants off of you.

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