Abby | She/HerI write Rowaelin and Feysand | I take prompts for either | Masterlist | AO3
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tiktok stunt haha funny. please talk about the ice raids
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let us take a moment and grieve for all the lives lost. so many thousand people have been murdered by the zionist entity in the last fifteen months. palestinians in gaza have lost too much, from friends and family to their homes and livelihood.
this ceasefire is not an end to our solidarity with gaza. we will all be here waiting and praying for palestine to be wholly liberated from the occupation and watch her people be happy and free.
in the meantime, please keep donating to palestinian fundraisers. it is essential to support families planning on rebuilding.
alaa is a mother of two young children. her fundraiser has been verified. i request you to help her by sharing and donating to her gofundme.
please donate here
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So I had a hysterectomy today (hooray!) and I brought along my stuffed orca, Shamu, as a comfort object. And everyone i interacted with during my pre-op was like "Oh! Who's this?" so I was telling them all about him, how he's been with me since I was 9 and gone on every single vacation and road trip, and they were telling me about their own stuffed buddies (one lady said she still has hers after 40 years!) and all of this while I was signing consent forms and providing a list of the things I'd brought with me, you know, small talk.
So then a nurse comes over and goes "Okay, I've got some stickers I'll put on your things so we know they're yours" and I'm like "OK cool" so she puts a sticker on my coat and stickers on my bags of clothes and then she turns to Shamu and I'm like "oh I guess he gets a sticker too"
But no. She pulls out a hospital bracelet that's an exact copy of mine and slaps it on his tail, like so:
And i was delighted by this, so I took a picture to send to my friends, who were equally delighted, and were cracking me up with their reactions (like so:)
Anyway, they take me back and put me under, and when I awake groggily a few hours later it takes me a minute to get my bearings, so I don't notice Shamu at first. But then I realize he's tucked up next to me in the gurney, so I grab him, and my hand touches gauze.
And I'm like "huh?" so I look at him and I realize
They gave my fucking orca a hysterectomy
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it is so disgusting to watch TERFs jump on a cisgender man being a FUCKING RAPIST to use it as a ‘fuck you! see how people who support trans rights are actually pervs who are sexually dangerous to women!’ moment. he also self-identified as a feminist. he hid behind progressive values. sexual predators often hide behind a moral cause be it matters of social justice, religion, criminal justice, political leftism or child welfare. we all know this. women were raped for decades by a powerful man while other powerful individuals were complacent and knowing and all you can think to do now is a little transgender hatred victory dance? co-opting this disgusting and devastating story so you can feel a little touch of moral superiority knowing you hate trans people and this rapist said he didn’t? you are nauseating, you are not an ally to victims, you are not a feminist, you are not a protector of women.
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Don’t look at things you know will make you angry. Don’t read the comment sections. Don’t look at the blogs of people who add dumb comments to posts to confirm that they’re dumb all the time. Don’t read old conversations you had with people you don’t talk to anymore. Go look at pictures of kittens or something instead. Protect yourself from negativity in every way you can.
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If Rhys had been an impulsive man, he would have dropped the apple he was holding—still. He would have taken the few steps that separated them—slow, careful, deliberate—and without a care in the world, he would have slid his hand on her hip, and kissed her.
He would have kissed her like he desperately ached to, kissed her like they both deserved, kissed her like he probably should, yet also couldn’t. He would have kissed her until her soft moan was only swallowed whole by his kiss, and until her lips would turn swollen by his and until her hands would find their way in his hair. He would have kissed her until he couldn’t breathe, and until it didn’t even matter because she was breathing him in—providing his oxygen and his every reason and will to live.
He would have kissed her, and he knew she would have kissed him back. Immediately. Without a question and without a hesitation because he knew—he knew—she needed it as much as he did.
But he wasn’t an impulsive man. He was calculating, he was careful. He was respectful, and he was in love, too.
And he was heartbroken.
He had been for a little too long now.
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I didn't see much mentioned about it here, but on December 17th a 7.3 earthquake hit near Port Vila, the capital of Vanuatu. It was followed by a 5.5 earthquake the next day. Both earthquakes also triggered landslides.
Pretty much every building in Port Vila was either destroyed or damaged, the port was cut off, electricity and water were cut, and approx. 1000 homes on the affected islands were destroyed (including the home of a family friend in Mele). So far, the official death count is 14 and the injury count is close to 300, but this may change as more places as excavated (there are fears that a bus may have been buried in a landslide), and due to the risk of flooding from damaged infrastructure.
The Rotary Club of Port Vila is raising money and working to assist villages restore water and other basic needs. I have attached screen caps of their Facebook page below - if you are able to assist, anything would be both greatly appreciated and put to good use.
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I was at a bookstore looking through the art section and I saw a spine that said The Camden Town Nudes which was interesting because this didn’t seem like the bookstore where I would ever find something like that and I wanted to have a casual look but like. This also wasn’t exactly the bookstore where you felt like you could look at naked pictures let alone just suggestive paintings of them, it’s a really small shop as well, so I was like right I’ll just take a quick peek, I’m an art student, I love history, maybe I’ll buy it. I looked both ways and saw the shopkeep had left momentarily and no one was about, so I opened it and found it was an entire book featuring nude Edwardian women all painted by Walter Sickert between 1905-1912 and it was actually quite a revolutionary set of paintings for its time given that it featured very raw depictions of working class nude women in dark London instead of the elegant, white bedsheet clad, Demure middle and upper class women usually depicted.
And of course RIGHT as I flip to this lady’s boobs practically taking up an entire double page spread, every customer in a 5 mile radius appeared from around the corners of the shelf including the shopkeep and immediately regressing to a wet, pathetic Edwardian man from 1908, startled, I dropped the large book which caused a giant SLAP on the floor in this already silent store thus causing all patrons to look down at me scrambling on my knees to close a giant book of Edwardian boobs and let me tell you it would not have been nearly as funny had I not immediately felt like some Edwardian local pervert who just tried to sneak a cheeky peek at the erotic book in the bookstore only to drop it dramatically causing a scene, red up to his ears trying to shove it back on the shelf. Like such a casual and normal thing in modern day but looking at Edwardian women suddenly turned it into this egregious act as I apparently became possessed by the spirit of a moustached man in a bowler hat and morning coat going Good Heavens I mustn’t gaze upon these images in public lest the constable haul me away!
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those moments in au fics when you finally figure out how the author is reinterpreting a specific canon event and you basically go ‘oh snap that’s brilliant’ for five minutes straight
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Half of the fun of drinking hot tea is holding the warm cup in your freezing hands. Lizard on a rock moment.
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I didn’t realize you were the person who did the fanfiction tag drinks.
ahah yeah that's meeee!!
If you guys are interested they are all available as stickers on my RB!!
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