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I used to hate the world and I was happy when everyone died. But I was wrong, because there was one person worth saving. That’s what I did.

THE LAST OF US (2023-) S01E03 | “Long Long Time”

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just realized that there were definitely celebrities who got infected in the last of us which is hilarious to think about. imagine getting attacked by a zombie and your last thought before you die is "is that fucking justin timberlake?"

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i think it's nice we share the same sky

(wrote a short story from this quote i love this movie too much)

From Aftersun (2022), Dir. by Charlotte Wells:

“I think it’s nice we share the same sky. Sometimes, at play time, I look up at the sky and if I can see the Sun then.. I think about the fact that we can both see the Sun, so even though we’re not actually in the same place and we’re not actually together… we kind of are in a way, you know? Like we’re both underneath the same sky, so… kind of together.”

We’re 11 and 33, sitting underneath the glowing peach pit hanging over the orange waves. My small body is sticky from when you slathered sunscreen on me-- the Australian kind that you constantly assured was SPF 40, the best of the kind-- and sand filling between the grooves of our small body. We were small back then, even if you were big and could carry me on your shoulders. Small in different ways that you felt and I couldn’t understand.

As I lay on the wet ground, cold waves lapping and enveloping my body, I felt serene in a way I had never before. I looked up at the sky, straight up enough that I didn’t get the glare and the squint. I never looked at the sun directly because you told me that my eyes would never recover, and I believed it. I could hear sniffling beside me, and I asked if you were okay. You told me you had a cold from the monsoon winds. I wrapped my striped towel around you. You said thanks, and my small hands grazed your stubble and clung onto your lukewarm body as we watched the sun set down below and into the twilight zone. 

I think it’s nice we share the same sky. The last time we were boundless and under it together-together, is a moment forever enshrined in gold and a moment that I’ll cherish forever until I die. You sat there next to me as the charming thinking-man that would pretend to be a statue as I giggled at your mime abilities, the moving castle with the vines that I climbed on top of to see the world, hoisted upon your strong shoulders, and the one I would and will always have a twirl with. That was the person I knew. But how do I reconcile this dream man I knew with the man I didn’t?

I was definitely young then. Young enough to not know what was happening, but old enough to notice there was something off. But then again, this was my normal. Your mood swings were enough to throw anyone off kilter, but I didn’t think anything of it. I just failed to recognize that this exact moment drenched in this nostalgic glow was a turning point for you. I never saw you again. I wish I had wiped away your tears that I had mistaken for saltwater and you blamed on the wind and had a long, good look at your face before I parted ways with my dad. You.

The pain that I felt was so unfathomable for years that I grew bitter. Bitter at how you left me. So I shut you out. You were in every cloud whenever I looked at the blue, pink, gray, orange sky, so much so that I stopped looking at it. I looked at the sun directly to simply avoid being reminded that we’re not under the same sky anymore. I erased every grainy recollection of us at the beach. Up until I had your grandson, I never knew just how challenging it is to shield someone so unknowing and innocent from the wrath of issues that come with parenting. You go through life enough to see everything and instead of regurgitating it out, you hide yourself around everything you gather under the carpet.

Now, I’m 33, the same age you were when you left. It doesn’t fade with time. You still live in my daydreams and during my night. But today, as I’m sitting on the same beach we were at when you were my age then and now, I look up at the sky. I’m with her and I’m with him, and I look up at the same tangerine hue burned into my scleras the last time I was here. I let your calm and your care wash over me as worries churn at the back of my mind, perhaps the same you had when you were a young parent yourself. I allow myself to dive deep into my memories, rummaging through the adult, college, high school, the ones you didn’t get to see me graduate from or party hard through, and I finally grab on to your shirt and we dance. We dance through from my 5th birthday party, we sneak a peek at the scene of you wiping my cheeks as I scrape my knee when I was 7, and we arrive at me wiping away your tears during that fateful golden hour. I never knew you well enough to tell you that life was going to go swimmingly and question your monsoon wind cold, but I know now that you tried your best. You didn’t leave because you didn’t see responsibility in your life, but it was a last resort for you. You’ll never know how upset that will repeatedly make me feel. I hope you knew during your lifetime that you were loved by every room you walked into, your bright mind and your mellow attitude made people feel like you truly listened. It bothers me daily like an itch I can’t reach to scratch and a concept I can’t wrap my head around how much you didn’t realize you lit up my world. I loved and love you irrevocably. You were the best dad anyone could ever have, even if I was cursed with only having you for a short time of 11 trips around the sun. 

I’m sitting here barefoot with my baby wrapped around a threadbare towel worn down over the years, the very same I had wrapped you around when I was 11. We’re watching the aftersun, and I close my eyes. The saddest yet most beautiful scene comes on-- your gorgeous chuckle emanating from behind, I grab your arm and we jump into the sea together, braving the coldness. We wade farther and farther away together, hand in hand, and we swim off into the sunset.

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I think the most radical thing the hunger games does is tell young people that the most revolutionary thing you can do is have unconditional love for humanity. Katniss throughout the entire series is guided by a deep sense of compassion for the people around her. It is what causes her to volunteer, to bury rue, to mercy kill cato, its why she tries to save peeta, why finnick telling her to remember who the real enemy is works, and even though her compassion for the larger world falters when peeta is kidnapped, it comes back when she visits hospitals and asks for mercy for other victors and ultimately, it is love and belief in a better humanity that makes her kill coin. Through it all, she maintains an unfaltering belief in the fundemental goodness of humanity, which is diametrically opposed to dr gaul's and snow's worldview. Peeta is even more unwaveringly compassionate

So the series tells young people that the most revolutionary thing you can be is compassionate. Let compassion drive your politics. Let yourself believe in the fundemental goodness of people. And i think that's deeply important in a world that touts the superiority of pure reason or logic, to allow yourself to be guided by something as emotional as compassion. Katniss everdeen tells us that your politics should be rooted in compassion in a world that thinks detatchment or cynicism is intelligence and i think thats v cool

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ok but devi and paxton's friendship slaps

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"There's no Hogwarts without you, Hagrid."

Rest In Peace Robbie Coltrane, thank you for being part of something so special.

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you wanna talk about why content creators are leaving tumblr and leaving you high and dry without material to fantasize over? let's talk about it.

hmm, lets see!

first of all, none of you fucking care to reblog our work. we are all aware of how tumblr's algorithm is absolute trash. writers have been BEGGING for readers reblog their works bc it's the only way our works can be seen and in turn, we receive the fruits of our labor via followers and exposure. but no, lets make MORE THAN HALF of the likes to reblog ratios consist of fucking LIKES. on top of that, we don't we shit on writers for wanting the absolute BARE MINIMUM aka a REBLOG bc well, they're not entitled to it aren't they? while writers aren't necessarily entitled to notes, answer this; do you work for free? do you bust your ass doing something knowing that there will be no pay off what so ever? that's what i thought.

secondly, you treat us like shit. you expect us to spit out content like we're a machine and when we don't get to it on time bc we have - idk - LIVES, you send the shittiest asks demanding for more content that you aren't even paying for. do you think people are gonna neglect their real life responsibilities to write for YOU and for FREE? absolutely not. on top of that, when we start writing for ourselves and our own spaces, we get push back. yea, not an effective way to encourage your favorite fic writers to give you more content to consume.

and lastly, YOU STEAL FROM US. each and every fic that a writer puts out has taken hours, days, weeks, or even months to write. that's lots of hard work and time invested into one single piece for you. free of charge. people put their fucking hearts into their work. and what do you do in return? disrespect them in one of the most hurtful ways possible.

so yea, i don't blame a single fucking person for leaving this shithole and NONE of you should be surprised. this is YOUR doing.

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Do you ever look at yourself fresh out the shower with soaking hair and think. God I am so hot. What in this universe could have made me

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bisexuality keeps winning

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A list of resources to help Free Palestine

the israeli government is threatening further annexation of palestinian land. here’s how you can help.

Petition links-

calling on the us state department + department of defense to demand an end to israel’s forced displacement of palestinians from jerusalem

tell your state rep. to support the palestinian children and families act (h.r. 2590)

stop israel’s forced displacement of palestinians from east jerusalem

write canadian parliament to protect palestinian families in east jerusalem

Donation links-

unrwa, donations funded towards injured and displaced palestinian families

palestine children relief fund

further information-

free palestine carrd

stop annexation of palestine carrd

@/thearabkage on tiktok

please reblog/add sources!

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BOOST THIS RIGHT NOW

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now that george floyd’s murderer is behind bars, let’s help support the people who helped with the guilty verdict as well as george’s family. the fight is hardly over.

darnella’s fund - darnella was the young woman who filmed george’s last moments.

gianna’s fund - george’s daughter who has now been left without a father.

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A 19-year-old boy with mental and physical health problems vanished on 22/03/2021 with no money and without his medication, and this was the police’s response. This is disgusting. We need to do everything we can to spread his photos and information and try and get him home safely, but also to spread this response. This is not good enough.

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SHARE THIS WITH YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY!

This Sundowner horse trailer with NJ plate TNP41W was seen transporting a Black man in the back on I-84.

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My only fuss with it is that Olivia’s song wasn’t addressed to Sabrina it was very clearly directed at josh she barely even mentioned Sabrina and didn’t insult her at all in fact she complimented her saying she was everything she’s insecure about as in that’s what she wants to be, whereas sabrinas song was very clearly directed at Olivia and was snide/snarky to Olivia saying how she’s got Josh’s body on her or whatever

that’s kind of a backhanded compliment, and having someone write a song about how they’re still in love with the man you’re with would make anyone uncomfortable, and possibly insecure about your relationship, especially when everyone is telling you that you don’t deserve to be with him and that he should break up with you to be with said girl who wrote the song. sabrina had every right to do what she did and y’all shouldn’t be vilifying her for feeling feelings. especially when you were uplifting the other one just weeks before for doing the same thing.

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JUSTICE FOR CASEY GOODSON

On December 4th, 2020, Casey Christian Goodson Jr. (23 years old) was shot three times in the back and murdered by a Sheriff’s Deputy as he was entering his home in Columbus, Ohio. Goodson’s family stated that he was returning home from a dentist appointment, holding a Subway sandwich, his face mask, and his keys, when he was shot.

Two days later, the Columbus Police Department made a statement alleging that James Meade, the deputy responsible for Goodson’s death, saw a man believed to be Goodson with a gun while driving. Meade then approached Goodson after he exited his car and walked home, where he was shot.

Hours after the shooting, the US Marshal for the Southern District of Ohio, Peter Tobin, confirmed that Goodson was not the fugitive they were searching for. However, Tobin also added that he believed that the shooting was justified, claiming that Goodson was shot after he refused to drop his “weapon.”

Yet another Black man murdered by the police.

DEMAND JUSTICE.

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