#it's not hopeless

[elizabro]

please consider how you engage with aaron bushnell's death. you may react to it as you will, but it's crucial to remember that his death was specifically a call to action. it was not meant solely to shock but to draw attention to a vast moral hypocrisy: that to many, a soldier dying in a campaign backed by the U.S. government is noble, even if the soldier kills innocents to do so, even if the cause is morally bankrupt--but this? this is insanity. a man taking his own life, on his own terms, in an attempt to help others while hurting nobody else, is somehow less rational and more horrifying than the mass killing of civilians.

of course aaron's death was horrific. but as he said beforehand, it is realistically no more horrific than what's happening in gaza. if we can't stomach this, then why can we stomach children being bombed? thousands being starved? for all that self immolation is, it brings death in a matter of minutes. it is a fraction of the amount of pain, fear, and grief that people in gaza are experiencing. it's just that we are able to quantify it. and this tiny, quantifiable sliver of horror is still so unbelievably awful. how can anyone bear to think about anything else when this horror is happening a millionfold in palestine? this is the question aaron bushnell was asking. and he wanted you to face it, head-on, watching him burn to death.

I've been seeing people make fanart. minimalist graphics to sell on t-shirts. to commodify his death, to mythologize it not a day afterwards, is not only in poor taste but a hindrance to his message. the answer is not commodification, nor is it defeatism, nor is it rejoicing in his death. if you want to honor aaron's legacy, take action. channel your horror and your outrage into making a material change. this wasn't about him. this was about palestine. remember that it was always about palestine.

[silasbirchtree]

ford's expression and the way he shakes as he erases stan's memory guts me to the core. just imagine. you've been apart from your brother for decades. he used to be your best friend. you spent years hating him and years missing him. you were going to spend the rest of your lives together. you don't get along anymore. you used to know each other like the back of your hands. but even after so long apart, he can still fake your voice and mannerisms like it's nothing. and then you have to erase everything. there are no more second chances. you don't get to fix this. he got you back, but if you do this, you'll never get your brother back.

[weirdlookindog]

Zdzisław Beksiński (1929–2005) - Figure, 1978

oil on board

[amomorii]

Draco's first Christmas at the burrow 🍏⚡

[jarvis-cockhead]

Little Fitzjames using only the procreate spraypaint brushes

[suratan-zir]

For the past month, russia has been bombing Ukraine with shahed drones every single night, probably detecting the location of our air defense in preparation for a large missile attack on our power grid. Or just because. And it usually lasts all night too. Air defense shoots most of them down, but, obviously, it's still scary if it's close to you. I sleep with earplugs, so I rarely hear the drones flying by or getting shot down, only when they're super close to our house. But I know whether the night was loud or not by the way my dog crawls on half-bent legs in the morning or tries to fit under the couch at night.

idk where I'm going with this. fuck russia.

[ena333333]

ummm phantom night club