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lifeinpoetry · 2 years
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violence is its own mother. mother breast feeds fists. violence is a girl backed up against herself   everything about her   ghost   everything   bed.
when I leave home, it follows me.
— Joelle Taylor, from "the Unbelong," C+nto
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words-and-coffee · 6 months
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The sun is a hole in the sky through which the sky is draining.
Joelle Taylor, C+nto : & othered poems
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moodymeangirl · 11 months
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I can't remember the names of all my dead friends but they are here now our grief a leather jacket our laughter static as we fade to a sepia the colour of blood mixed to water disappearing down a plug hole much like the meeting of our legs
Joelle Taylor ~ C+nto
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valiantdust · 2 years
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Trying to be academic and sophisticated by buying a poetry book but it cost £8.99 for something the size of a coaster?
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ahaura · 5 months
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Bernie Sanders finally made a statement, on Nov. 4, calling for a "pause" in the bombing. People in the replies are saying "better late than never!" and I don't even know where to start.
The genocide has been going on for almost a month. Over 9,000 men, women, and children have been murdered. Thousands more have been wounded. Members of press and healthcare and their families have been deliberately targeted and assassinated. Israel has been murdering civilians en masse with impunity for weeks, both lying about it and blatantly admitting to it. 100+ Palestinians have been murdered in the West Bank due to settler terrorism backed by the Israeli army.
In an interview, Dr. Ofer Cassif, the Knesset member who was suspended for calling for an end to Israeli violence against Palestinians, revealed that he'd reached out to Bernie months prior to Oct. 7th because of the pogroms being carried out by Israelis against Palestinians which he said would result with an "explosion [of violence]", but received no response.
what the fuck do you mean "better late than never". what the fuck do you mean? the genocide is still ongoing, and, just like Blinken, Biden, and every complicit ghoul, he's calling for a pause. not a ceasefire. a ceasefire is just the start of what needs to happen. but he hasn't even called for that.
"better late than never" what gives you the fucking right to say that? tell that to the 10,000 people who the U.S. and its allies allowed Israel to murder. tell that to the thousands of wounded. tell that to the thousands who have been displaced. tell that to the people of Gaza who have been without food, water, and fuel for WEEKS. tell that to the Palestinians in the West Bank who are being murdered at the hands of settler terrorists. tell that to the Palestinians who were abducted and tortured and released with blue bands around their ankles. tell that to the Palestinians in occupied Palestine who can't reach their families and friends. tell that to Palestinians in diaspora who have seen their families, their friends, their people slaughtered with the full backing and support of the vast majority of western governments and media.
"better late than never" no, it's not good enough. IT'S NOT. there are SO many people around the world - both citizens and members of government - who recognized the injustice for what it was the DAY the bombing started. we owe the Palestinian people so much more than that. "better late than never" the ONLY thing that could POSSIBLY begin to even "make up" for the horrors and injustices inflicted upon the Palestinian people for almost a century is to end the genocide, end the occupation, end the apartheid, end settler colonialism, and dismantle the colonial state. Palestinians deserve NO LESS than total emancipation. Complete liberation. until then, it is not and will never be enough.
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hubrisity · 2 years
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When you leave the gc but nobody notices
sorry my demons !!!!
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cgogs · 1 year
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DO NOT DRAG C!GEORGE INTO THIS.
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joysmercer · 2 years
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a tiny (very, very tiny) part of me doesn’t see gretson getting back together
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salaciouscrumbb · 9 months
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sorry is biggs wearing crotch high boots with that choker cape?
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onyxhellebore · 11 months
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I'm about to start making my own moisturizer based loosely on a Victorian recipe that Bernadette Banner made, minus the rose and plus thyme and mint essential oils to help with my acne. I'm having a horrible flare-up bc I used a product with an ingredient my skin can't have, thinking I was magically cured. Everything I do skincare wise either leaves my skin too dry (what I've been dealing with normally) contains allergens, or moisturizes but also feeds the Malassezia in my skin. But NO MORE I have researched the ingredients, made my substitutions, and I'm gonna be making Healing Potions.
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lifeinpoetry · 2 years
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the body as haunted house
in sleep   my body is a haunted house   there are footsteps along fallopian corridors   the corridor is a rope strung above a mouth   I have been woken by blurred voices   without bodies   quiet arguments in my basement   once I was possessed   by a small girl   who looked the same as me   who ate herself on a Sunday afternoon   while her parents   downstairs   hardwired their hangovers   & Christmas tunes   looped in nooses
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my heart   is a church bell   but nobody visits   & God is a man   hands in his pockets   watching.
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— Joelle Taylor, from "C+nto," C+nto
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words-and-coffee · 3 months
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we have pulled each other / out of the wreckage of our own bodies / sat beside each other / straight backed / making islands out of each other's bruises / promising that one day / we would live there
Joelle Taylor, C+nto : & othered poems: Jack Catch - to the lighthouse
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puppycheesecake · 1 month
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Your sims are amazing!
We were wondering if you are okay maming one based off of Pink Whitney by Scene Queen
(Sorry if this is. Uh. Nto requested right. We see others doing asks from our dashboard and think it'd be cool to send one. ×_×)
(You're good, I'm still doing songs! c: )
Using an existing OC because it reminds me of her~
🎶 Scene Queen - Pink Whitney
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Joelle Taylor ~ C+nto
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blood-grove · 6 days
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//body horror, monster! 141 + reader , death, gn!reader
other; c/n = callsign
a/n: idk how the military works neither do igaf much also this story was not planned this was just something i needed to get out of my system do nto expect it to be good
Shapeshifter!Reader whos always since they were a kid felt itch that there skin was ready to shed and peel like a snake, Who always felt like there body wasn't right had to be perfect flaws and all because that was human.
But they weren't human, weren't hybrid either.
The first time they had ever shifted they were eleven there Father in one of his moods again taking it out on there poor mother.
Something inside them itched at that moment hearing her cries there old dog bite injury felt like it was on fire now as they itched and scratched at it till the skin gave way giving the breathing room for transformation.
The next time they open there eyes they were being kicked there Mother sobbing as she screamed.
Father laid dead mauled beyond recognition.
Did you do that?
Why was she screaming at you?
You were kicked into the foster system the next day narrowly avoiding Juvenile detention your mother had given her last bit of gratitude by explaining to the police that you were defending her you thought she'd praise you after the police left.
You were packing your clothes that night.
You got a DNA test when you arrived due to your mothers alibi to the police.
Human.
They figured it too your mother being clearly traumatized and you sudden violent act of self defense could have made her see anything at moment.
Still didnt explain the injuries that only a dog could cause.
You were 15 when you had a good grasp on what you were.
By 18 you were barely you anymore picked pieces from other peoples faces and bodies till you felt like you looked normal.
By 19 your mother had passed the news reached you slow and the grief went slower.
By 21 you've already been in the military for a while now, If that means with a new face and body each time some higher up sticks there nose into your business then so be it.
Shifting from human to human was easy the more you practiced it.
More harder things like non-humans and animals were doable but animals were getting easier and easier.
You've tried been a K9 once didnt work out for long.
You've had a few nice call signs.
Few you quickly forgot.
[c/s]
Thats been nice to be called recently.
Oh.
Right.
You should focus your meeting your new task force.
Right.
We should focus.
Woof.
Heh.
Its been a few days and wow these guys were something.
Did you mention they were monsters?
Not in a negative way of course.
But getting to know them while they were around base was nice.
Gaz you felt was the easier to get to know the harpy felt open, Talked about how they've never had a human on the team before.
Nice.
Threw Gaz you got to know Soap, You felt like the man was holding back the calm energy around him felt forced at times as the days past both of them seemed to get to know you better and you got to know them better as well.
As for the Captain and Lieutenant you were honestly nervous,
Price had a welcoming aura to him his voice gruff and firm you warmed up to him soon enoug.
Ghost?
You tried.
And shuffled away every time he looked at you.
He noticed.
He noticed?.
You eventually did warm up to Ghost!
You realized he wasn't glaring at you for once and tried to talk to him it was..awkward to many silences but it was a conversation.
So you and him were okay.
Were you okay now weeks later slowly making your place into the team?
No.
You were itching beyond belief this wasn't a good sign—
Actually you didn't even know what kind of sign this was.
You had all just gotten back from a particular rough mission a few more injuries than you all would like you got a few stitches in your arm and every since you could just feel them moving.
Being shifted around stubbornly as if they were a dam in a river.
You couldn't do that here.
You were in the confines of your own room but what if one of them walked in?
Would they report you?
Get you kicked for the military?
Maybe if you could just shift slightly enough to easy the unease under your skin.
The sound of cracking bone was sure to grab attention.
But surely you could just pass it off as stretching?
You could not pass it off as stretching and you were currently hiding in the rafters near sobbing.
Gaz had came in to check on you and caught you half shifted you panicked and lunged at him or the door you couldn't remember you were pretty sure one of your bones were jutting out of your skin as it readjusted into place.
You didn't hurt him.
You were just hoping you could calm yourself enough to shift into something smaller and run away shift into a new person new age try again at childhood maybe?
Maybe you panicking too much?
There also monsters they'd understand?
You didn't mean to lie about what you were.
You just.
The fear of the unknown paralyzed you to afraid of what'll happen what people will think.
You know you could be a threat.
Someone able to take face and shape of anyone?
You could understand if you were saw that way.
But you didn't want to be seen that way.
Every since your mother stared you down in fear not admiration not even shock.
Fear.
You knew you could never let someone look at you that way again.
Not someone you cared about.
Maybe if you hid away long enough they'd forget.
Memories fade.
Faces fade from recognition.
But that's all what you wished what have happened.
Now you were in a awkward stare off with Gaz not to subtly watched your arm pop and snap back into place along with your head.
"I see I should have knocked.."
"Yeah you should have."
A voice of not your own replied.
You hated when your body was out of sync.
You were using the wrong voice again, rearranging your own brain and vocal cords was odd.
Odder when one of your new teammates watched.
"Are- Are you okay?-"
"No" Ghost's voice replied.
"Oh..I-..Er..Do you..need a medic I.."
"No" Your own voice replied finally.
"Can you please leave..My ribs are still not in place and I doubt you'd want to see how that works."
He left.
Probably to tell Price rather then not wanting to see you basically play with your own rib cage like tuning a piano.
a/n; idk where this was going i did not plan this out i just wrote it on a whim
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