Honestly? Shoutout To Those Of You Who Are Completely Fucking Lost In Life. Those Who Don’t Know What

I’m sorry but what is with smut writers on here and thinking it’s okay to write literal r*p3 fanfics on here

highlights from me having AI dungeon generate fake recipes

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I honestly feel that I am leaving this channel with so much momentum to live my life to the fullest and take as many opportunities that I can. Im going to miss Unus Annus but I will never forget all that I have learned and experienced while going on this wild ride of a year. Thank you. Memento Mori.

animals in medieval armor

No actually hi I’m not done talking about episode 3 because have we mentioned yet how fucking monumental it is that the little girl who you’d think would be a prime candidate for a damsel in distress storyline fought her way out *almost entirely single-handed.* Not the man. Her. She never gave up and absolutely blitzed her way out of there without even needing a proper plan. Crosshair is just her backup. The subtle messages in this show mean everything, we have 6’4 of seething super soldier with a vendetta and a gun and it’s his baby sister who’s the one masterminding their way to safety *I can’t tell you how feral I am about this*

Star Wars feminism is so good when it’s good, Leia would be so fucking proud of her 

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.