— The Love Was There. (it Didn't Change Everything, But It Changed Me)

judith grimes embodies funeral by phoebe bridgers and no i will not explain

the moment where. where she screams. screaming for help. i’m dying right now! screaming. and there’s no reaction at all. there’s nothing. it’s more devastating than judgment could be somehow. “i’m sorry. ignore me.” before she crumples and chokes. i’m never going to be okay again i think.

a man self immolated in front of the israeli embassy in washington dc yesterday. not just any man. an active member of the us air force. he live streamed his death, and said that he refused to be complicit in a genocide any longer. he said that compared to what palestinians were facing every day, setting himself alight was nothing.

let me reiterate. an active duty air force member burned himself alive because he was so disgusted by what the us government was openly supporting. he live-streamed his own suicide, so the whole world could bear witness as a man in his military uniform set himself on fire to protest his government’s complicity in the horrors that we have all been forced to watch happen in real time. he became a new horror. footage of the immolation blurs him out the moment the fire catches, but you can hear him. it is over in seconds, really, but you can hear him screaming. he shouts “free palestine” until his body physically cannot make any sounds other than guttural screams of agony. and then he falls silent. a police officer arrives and points a gun at his still burning body, shouting at him to get down on the ground. and it is over.

his name was Aaron Bushnell. he was twenty five years old. and he isn’t here anymore because the political ruling class has decided that genocide is perfectly fine as long as it preserves imperialism. in the coming days, people will try to discredit him. to say that he was mentally unstable. they will try to bury his actions to save face and defend israel’s propaganda. do not let them. aaron knew what he was doing. he knew what he was doing when he put on his military uniform, set up his twitch stream, and made his final walk up to the embassy. he knew what would happen to him when he flicked that lighter. do not let them forget. aaron’s blood is on the hands of the political ruling class.

a girl smiled at me and I proceeded to make cookies and brownies, I don’t even know if she likes girls send help

James T Kirk and Leonard McCoy, Star Trek Beyond (2016).

You know what? Fuck it. I'm celebrating that finale.

Never have I seen a character in fiction as doomed by the narrative as Aaliyah Amrohi AND SHE SURVIVED. Not even a scratch on her. GOAT behavior. Real MVP.

but, our stories aren’t over yet.

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Guess who’s writing a “what if everything was worse” my fault london fic????

(I just wrote 1k of Noah’s dad threatening to break her hand if she tries to escape) (I’m going to traumatize the shit out of this girl) (I’m so sorry Noah baby I love you so much)

*update I wrote the fic, chapter 1 is up

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63119209

They need to hold hands and live happily ever after (they’re both gonna end up falling deeper and deeper into a cult to justify the horrific crimes they’ve committed and the inescapable guilt of surviving)

Travis and Akilah need to unionize