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skam nl getting canceled was the worst thing to happen to me BUT it gave us van der stoffels soo

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feeling really sad abt my life lately- i think i will delve into writing fanfiction again

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Dear Liam,

You really were so special. I hope you knew that

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petition to make more one direction fanfics about the boys being boys and in alternate universes where they’re happy, having fun and all together

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one direction will always be so so so bittersweet to me like they were such a foundation of my teenage years while at the same time those boys were spending most of their days trapped in hotel rooms or waking up at 2 am to record an album and non stop touring and working so much more than anyone let alone a bunch of teenage boys should work and its always been hard to reconcile those two realities especially on a day like today because god when they were good together, they were so good together.

and i just don't think anything like them will ever happen again. 5 boys from basically working class backgrounds thrust into a level of fame the height of which hadn't been seen for decades, all of them becoming the breadwinners of their families before the age of 18. the immense pressure but also the amount of fun they were. the tragedy and joy of it all intertwined. really impossible to put into words

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as much as i love public transportation my fellow usamericans have got to stop lying on the internet about how enjoyable because it is it is doing us no favors. we need investment in public transportation as it currently sucks so so much ass

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(hi just talking to myself here don’t mind me <3)

list of van der stoffels fics i want to write/have inspo for:

(yes. van der stoffels. i’m aware i’m the only one probably still hyperfixated on them but i need to create storage for all my little thoughts on them)

“before sunset” au (because them meeting by chance and spending the night together for escapism is so them??? need i say more??)

a possible lucas season (will work this one out a lot but i would like to write his season- it would either be a stand alone or a possible parallel to the jens season fic?? that sounds fun)

(POTENTIALLY) a fantasy au with the whole past lives concept + lucas being anti monarchy and jens is the prince (basically an extension of a one shot)

one in which they meet years later and it starts off at some cafe with very ambiguous emotions and conversations (i only have the title set up for this and it’s good enough to make me want to write more)

maybe a university/roommates sort of vibes one (this would probably be a bit more light hearted than the rest but still fun)

a couple more one shots probably (if i have the time and inspo)

(i am still very much here for my beloved lucas and jens and at this point it’s a sort of love that knows no end- and neither do the fics apparently)

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sometimes you think you’re *actually* over something until you finally lose it and now you’re spiralling into absolute insanity

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I just wanted to thank @ghosttotheparty for letting me use their fic “Say My Name and Say It Twice (Cotton Candy Skies)” as inspiration for my latest fic “darling, you don’t have to hold it, you don’t have to be afraid.” His fic is my favorite VDS fic and one of my all-time favorite fics, so being able to write and post a work inspired by it was so much fun and I’m so happy that they agreed to this!! Please go read “Say My Name and Say It Twice (Cotton Candy Skies)” if you haven't already, it deserves so much love!! 

On another note, I used some videos of live ballet performances to help guide me with this story, so those along with ghosttotheparty’s fic will be linked in this post!! <33

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I think it's funny how a man lit himself on fire and screamed "free Palestine" until his last fucking breath and some of you are still complaining about how you just CAN'T give up your sweet, sweet fukin McDonalds and Starbucks. Grow the fuck up, you don't NEED fast food or overpriced coffee.

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how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me?

“Hey, Luca,” he said, a smile gracing his lips. “Did you get my texts?”

There was no reply from the other boy.

“Luc?”

A little sob crackled through the line, followed by a sharp intake of breath. Jens’ eyebrows furrowed and he pressed the phone closer to his ear, concerned.

“Lucas? What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice lined with panic.

“I don’t-” the voice faltered as Lucas let out another upsetting cry. “I can’t- I can’t breathe.”

Jens’ feet acted before his mind fully comprehended the sentence, hastily guiding him down the sidewalk on autopilot. “You’re okay, I’m right here. Are you still at your apartment?”

Lucas made a choked sound of confirmation, followed by more heartbreaking sobs. “Need- I need you. Please.”

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Or, Lucas has a panic attack, but Jens is there for him.

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happy international women’s day to all the girlies, but especially to the women in gaza, who have c-sections without anaesthesia and who have no period products available so they have to use scraps of dirty material they find, to the young girls that have to now parent their younger siblings and to the mothers that have lost their whole families. happy international women’s day, especially to all the women that died in the genocide

strongest women out there 💜

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my current roman empire is thinking about that time i was told: “i can tell he [might] like you by the way he looks at you- always to have you answer first and with a smile”

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rb in the tags what would be the physical feature used to identify you in fanfiction of you if you were a fictional character

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To this day people will cry over the knowledge and works destroyed when the library of Alexandria was burned down.

And yet no tears are shed as Palestinian archives and libraries are bombed.

Saint Porphyrius Church, built in 1150 and the 3rd oldest church in the world has been bombed.

It's not an accident.

Israel aren't simply killing Palestinians, they are trying to erase that there ever were Palestinians in the first place.

Destroying their livelihoods, trying to to destroy their culture and history and pretend this land was never there's.

It's easy to deny someone's existence when there's no record of them.

Which is why it's so important to look at the atrocities and bear witness to what's happening.

But to also recognise that Palestine is more than it's suffering.

There is a living breathing culture, of art, history, literacy which all come from the Palestinians.

Traditions they've carried for centuries.

So while we mourn the dead, we shall fight for the living. Fight for the preservation of their crafts, amplify their voices as they speak on their culture.

Palestinian history and culture is alive. And no matter how much the world wants to erase that, they cannot and will not.

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I am not Palestinian, I am Indigenous American.

One hundred and forty six years ago my people were forced to move to Oklahoma, this event was known as the Ponca Trail of Tears. The land my people were forcibly moved to didn't have any proper shelter or food, so my people both froze and starved to the point we are a fraction of what we once were.

The government and schools don't talk about what America has done to my people, I only know because of my great-grandfather and his sister.

The American Government tried to take our identity away, our language is dying out. All because my people weren't living the same lifestyle the land stealers were living.

I stand with Palestine because I see Israel doing what America did to my people and the many Indigenous tribes. I know what it is like to have your identity and culture oppressed and to be dehumanized, and I refuse to let history repeat itself. I will continue to stand with Palestine even when I no longer walk the Earth.

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the trees are filled with memories of the feelings never told

“Hey,” Robbe said, and the other boys at the table quieted down, their curiosity now also prioritizing the lone Jens sliding into the picnic table. “Where’s Lucas?”

“Sleeping,” Jens answered shortly, settling down on the bench and lifting his head to look at his friends.

“Holy shit!” “Woah!” Moyo and Aaron shouted concurrently, making multiple overtired teenagers turn to glare. Robbe ignored them, grabbing Jens’ face with one hand and turning it toward him to get a better look. “What the hell happened?”

A mix of purple and black encircled Jens’ left eye, traveling up and disappearing under a band-aid adhered to his temple. The skin directly below his eye was swollen and glossy from what Robbe guessed was some type of ointment. Another small bandage was plastered over the bridge of his nose, a dot of red bleeding through and standing out on the tan material.

“Nothing,” Jens declared, jerking out of Robbe’s hold. “Just drop it.”

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Or, When Jens and Lucas gain mysterious injuries neither of them will openly talk about, Robbe is reminded of his and Sander’s attack and is concerned for his friends.

Read the second part of the “bloom” series now!!