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OMG I FORGOT TO PROVIDE AN ORIGINAL FILE OF MY SPINNY BOI ON TUMBLR
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seeing them everywhere gives me so much joy lol
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if you post untagged taylor swift hate i am blocking you :)
#i get it I do#but I am tired#and i am normal#and well adjusted#and enjoy taylor swift#so just fucking tag it
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when i say “that reminds me” & theres zero connection you just have to take my word for it theres no time to explain
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fictional men who have the “it’s okay to murder people but it’s never okay to disrespect women” energy>>>>>>>>
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yayyyy mutuals hiiiiiiiii reblog if you love your mutualssssssss hiii mutuals
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i will continue to post frank castle content + other characters portrayed by jon bernthal. i have zero interest in him as a person bc idk him. but i am PRO PALESTINE. i can see there’s been a little drama in the tags but leave me out of it, thank you!
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the self care industry will sell you face masks and teas and whatnot so i'm here to remind you not to forget the most important self care activity which is masturbation
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TAYLOR SWIFT & POST MALONE
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happy tortured poets department release day!! anyone interested in song/lyric themed SHORT ficlets? 👀
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hey friends! i am writing a book! i am about three chapters in and i would love a beta reader i can chat with who can read over things and check me to ensure continuity as i go!
a little about the book: its romantasy, planning for at least three books right now! it has dragons, betrayal, a civil war, and SPICE. if you're interested please DM me :)
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Daenerys is such a slay. In order to ruin her character, they had to also ruin everyone else’s. Queen said you take me down I’m taking the whole show with me💅
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I don’t really come on here that much anymore, but when I have recently it is a little shocking to me how little there is on my dash about Palestine. While I’m here today I thought I’d put together a post with various resources so that people on here can learn more and donate to / share initiatives and campaigns that are trying to help the people in Gaza. This is by no means exhaustive, but hopefully each resource will lead you to others.
Palestinian journalists / people on the ground to follow:
Plestia Alaqad: https://www.instagram.com/byplestia?igsh=MXdpbWRodHlyN2s5MA==
Bisan Owda: https://www.instagram.com/wizard_bisan1?igsh=bG12MHAxcnJlZW42
Hossam Shbat: https://www.instagram.com/hossam_shbat?igsh=aXY3cndyeTAzdzMy
Ahmed El-Mahdoun: https://www.instagram.com/madhoun95?igsh=MWF0NWFlZW5lMnhjZQ==
Lama Jamous: https://www.instagram.com/lama_jamous9?igsh=MXZscjJubzJlcXc3ag==
Muhammad Smiry: https://x.com/muhammadsmiry?s=21
Hind Khoudary: https://x.com/hind_gaza?s=21
Mai Rajab: https://x.com/mai_gazan?s=21
Places to Donate:
Care For Gaza: https://x.com/careforgaza?s=21
Direct Aid For Gaza: https://x.com/gazadirectaid?s=21
Sulala Animal Rescue: https://x.com/sulalasociety?s=21
Connecting Humanity (they have been helping people in Gaza connect to e-sims): https://www.instagram.com/connectinghumanity_?igsh=MWZsaWJ0MXVqZGxxOQ==
Operation Olive Branch compiles gofundme campaigns so you can choose families to sponsor: https://www.instagram.com/operationolivebranch?igsh=eG9hY2cxbGxmMzZ3
People Outside of Palestine:
Salma: https://www.instagram.com/anat.international?igsh=NjJ0ZnNvencwZW14
Yeganeh: https://www.tiktok.com/@littleyeg?_t=8l2FBlJxaO6&_r=1
Dana: https://www.instagram.com/tatreez.with.danduna?igsh=MWlqb2g2aGRmOThjdQ==
US Campaign for Palestinian Rights: https://www.instagram.com/uscpr?igsh=MW90NHY1ejJicGhhZg==
Librarians for Palestine: https://www.instagram.com/librarianswithpalestine?igsh=bjY5NHdoenJsNnd1
Jewish Voice for Peace (you can even find your local chapter): https://www.instagram.com/jewishvoiceforpeace?igsh=MXNwdGx3Njc3MGt4bQ==
Books to Read:
Light In Gaza, free ebook download from the publisher
Gaza Writes Back
Freedom Is A Constant Struggle by Angela Davis
Against Erasure: A Photographic Memory of Palestine Before The Nakba
The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine
The Hundred Years’ War On Palestine
Queer Palestine and the Empire of Critique
Orientalism by Edward Said
Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear
Except for Palestine: The Limits of Progressive Politics
Enter Ghost
In the Presence of Absence
Rifqa
BDS (Boycott, Divestment, and Sanctions) Movement
Memories of Aaron Bushnell
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Hi! I hope requests are still open! I would love a Roy! Reader x Mattson with the “No, no. Leave your clothes on” prompt.
Lukas Matsson x (fem Roy) Reader
prompt: No, no. Leave your clothes on.
It was your birthday, which meant it was Roman’s birthday, which meant that the Roy twins were going to burn down the town that night. You arrived at Roman’s townhouse with a bottle of champagne under each arm. You sauntered past the bodyguards at his door, weaving through crowds of high-profile guests, until you finally saw the familiar head of light brown hair, famously disheveled for the occasion.
“Hey, whose birthday is it?” you teased.
Roman turned to greet you with a smirk.
“Who invited you?”
He kissed you on the cheek and took the champagne bottles, eyeing them appreciatively.
“Late to your own party, I see,” he said.
“It’s only half my party.”
“What are you going to do with your half?”
“I have some ideas.”
You peered around at the guests. Roman groaned dramatically.
“Oh my god, no,” he said.
“What?”
“I know who you’re looking for.”
“Well, is he here?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Come on, I just need someone to flirt with tonight.”
“Well, you picked the wrong person. Lukas is incapable of flirting.”
“Can you just chill out? I’m going to go look for him.”
You turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Roman with a bottle of champagne in each hand.
“Fuck.”
He squeezed through the crowd into the kitchen, where chefs were churning out hors d’oeuvres at rapid speed.
“Can someone relieve me of these hefty bottles?” he called.
“Serving drinks at your own party?”
Roman turned, coming face to face with Lukas Matsson, hands in pockets and dressed for the occasion. Roman put down the bottles and wiped his palms.
“Hey man. You look spiffy. What are you doing in the kitchen?”
“Avoiding people.”
“You know,” Roman said grudgingly, “My sister was actually looking for you.”
“Siobhan?”
“No, other sister. Y/N.”
“Oh. Looking for me?”
“Pretty sure that’s what I just said.”
Lukas ran a hand through his cropped blonde hair.
“Huh. Interesting.”
“Listen man, I like you,” said Roman, taking a step closer. “We have a good thing going, yeah?”
“Sure.”
“I’m not going to tell you not to fuck my sister tonight.”
“Okay. But?”
“But I’d really like it if you didn’t fuck my sister tonight.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I can’t make any promises,” Lukas admitted.
Roman threw his hands up.
“Fuck it. I know. If you do, just don’t let me find out. Please.”
“I get it. Do you want to open that champagne?”
“Yes please.”
“Happy birthday.”
“Fuck off.”
Your search for Lukas had been futile so far. In every room, you were served another drink. You downed glass after glass, flitting from group to group in search of the Swede. By midnight you were staggering on your feet, giddy and woozy from champagne. You collapsed into an arm chair by the fireplace, digging into a tray of canapés. You vaguely felt a presence approaching behind you.
“I heard you were looking for me.”
You twisted around, gazing up at Lukas Matsson in a black blazer and black t-shirt, hands in pockets.
“Oh shit,” you said.
Lukas grinned and sat down in the chair across from you.
“Happy birthday,” he said.
“I didn’t think you were here. I thought you hated parties.”
“I do hate parties.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because you invited me.”
You smiled, raising your glass in a toast.
“Thanks for coming to my party.”
You stood up suddenly, swaying on your feet.
“Shit. I don’t want Roman to see us together.”
You staggered forward. Lukas swiftly stood, catching your arm.
“Take it slow,” he said.
“Sorry. It’s the champagne. And you’re making me light-headed. I think I need to sit back down.”
“Is there a quieter room?”
“Take me over there.”
With an arm around your shoulder, Lukas led you through the crowd. You slipped into one of the guest bedrooms, closing the door behind you. It was quiet and dark in the room. You collapsed onto the bed as Lukas flipped on one of the lamps.
“Lukas,” you said. “Can you sit with me?”
You felt him sit down on the edge of the bed.
“You know,” you said, “I actually hate birthdays.”
“Why is that?”
“They make me sad. I’m getting older. And year after year, I never get what I really want.”
“What do you really want?”
You turned your head, gazing up at him.
“Right now I want you.”
He gazed back at you, eyes glittering in the dim light.
“Is that so?” he said softly.
You sat up, edging towards him. The room was quiet, detached from the party just outside, and you could hear the sound of his breath as you moved closer. You brushed your hand along his.
“Yeah,” you whispered.
He lifted his hand and grazed the back of his fingers along your jaw, your cheek.
“Do you know how amazing you look tonight?” he murmured. “You’re glowing.”
“That’s probably the champagne. And you’re making me hot all over.”
His brows furrowed with a surge of desire. He ran a thumb over your lower lip. You let out a soft breath. Then, cupping his hand to your face, he drew you in and kissed you softly. A deep, gentle kiss. You slid your body towards his, feeling the heat through his shirt.
Growing flushed, you threw one leg over him and straddled his lap. He slid his hands over you lightly, tentatively. You took his hand, guiding it over your body more firmly.
You pulled back, gazing down into his face, each of you wearing a breathless grin. Then you stood, positioning yourself between his knees. You began to shrug down the straps of your sleeveless blouse.
He reached for you, taking your hand.
“No, no. Leave your clothes on.”
You looked at him questioningly, cheeks flushed, the strap of your shirt hanging down. He gently slipped it back over your shoulder with a finger.
“I think you’re a bit drunk.”
He took your hand and kissed your fingers gently.
“Not that I wouldn’t love to…”
“Is that the only reason?” you asked. “Because I’m drunk?”
“That’s the main reason.”
“Roman didn’t ask you not to sleep with me?”
“Well, he did. But that wouldn’t stop me. I assure you.”
You smiled, reassured, then curled up on top of the sheets.
“Will you stay with me?”
In response, Lukas removed his blazer, hanging it on the back of a nearby chair. He curled up behind you, cradled against your body. You lay your head on his arm, feeling his warmth, his breath on your neck.
“Happy birthday,” he whispered. “Don’t be sad.”
“I’m not. Not anymore.”
Morning light crept through the thin curtains. The party was over, the guests had departed in the early hours. Roman stumbled through the house, looking for stragglers. Looking for you.
He opened the guest room door and gazed inside. Stunned.
You were curled against Lukas, who was flat on his back, your head and arm across his chest. Both of you still fully clothed, shoes and all. Lukas’s eyes peeked open at the noise. He and Roman shared a long look. Then Roman gave a small nod.
“Thank you,” he mouthed, then silently shut the door behind him.
Closing his eyes again, Lukas pulled you closer, listening to the hum of traffic outside, as the light crept over your bodies.
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The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) dir. Peter Jackson
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its kind of beyond fucked up that u don't even have to be born in the 90s to be in ur 20s anymore. like they're letting just fucking anyone be 20 now. u were born in 2004? sure yeah u can be 20 this year yeah no whatever man it's cool . what the heeellllllll
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getting tumblr asks is like receiving a letter in the mail to me. you understand.
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