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ele-sme · 1 year ago
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3 years
3 years passed since Neteyam died in the last battle, 3 years passed since Quaritch died, shot again by an arrow.
3 years passed without humans on the way.
The grief took over the family for a year, then they had to move on.
Life was good now, Neteyam was missed dearly, but he now was in peace.
Lo'ak and Tsireya started official court, Tuk started training, Kiri decided to return to the forest and continue her training as Tsahìk, Spider, even if slowly was becoming a warrior for the sea clan.
Jake and Neytiri some how moved on, day wasn't passed without them going to check on their forever teen son.
But eventually they calmed down, even apologise to Spider.
Welcomed him into the family, and he slowly became an official part of it, growing strangely close to Neytiri.
She lost a son, he never had a mother, they needed the comfort of one another.
Still he didn't call her mom, but there was time, they had all the time in their life.
Until...
Tuk, Lo'ak and Spider spent all morning togheter.
They played with the water, swimmed, draw on the sand and so so much more.
Now they were laying on the soft sand, now colder and not hot.
Watching as the sun flew down and the sky became of an unnatural natural shape of orange.
Spider was in peace, this is all he ever hoped for.
Being accept, having a family to call his own, a father and a mother, siblings.
Although...
There was one thing he missed more than everything.
Neteyam.
His first friend, died because of him.
In 3 years everyone who visited him said to Spider how Neteyam's soul was not angry at him.
But he wanted to hear it from him...
The thought of never seeing Neteyam again...
Everyone could but not him, that wasn't fair, that was dishonest, this was mad-
But also will of the mother, if she wanted him to see Neteyam, he would have been born with a normal body, and not a pink tiny one.
The sun was now fully dissapering, and the bioluminescence was appearing.
"Guys!" Tsireya happy voice was heard, making Lo'ak jump up.
He greeted her with a kiss, which made Tuk do a disgusted sound.
"Reya, you should totally upper you standards" she said, making Tsireya chuckles and Lo'ak mad at his baby sister.
Spider close his eyes when they started to yell at one another.
So goddamn similar to eachother.
...
...
...
Something was wrong...
Spider felt wrong.
Breathing was hard.
His eyes didn't want to open.
What was happening?!
What the f-
"Spider"
...
Spider forgot about this voice, Something he never wanted to admit out loud but made him cry for months.
But this...this was Neteyam voice!
Spider eyes were close but he could feel Neteyam sitting next to him.
"Dude" he said, Spider couldn't reply, like his lips were glue togheter.
"It's been a while" Neteyam said, as he played a little with Spider's locks.
Why was Neteyam there? Was this a dream?
"I need to bring you there, a direct order" he continued
Oh
As a tear fell off Spider cheek, he gave the other a smile.
He could feel Neteyam taking his oxygen mask off.
Although he could also still feel it but that feeling was faitinig away.
He finally open his eyes again, Neteyam next to him smiling happily at the boy.
Spider sit up right and he finally after so long hugged Neteyam.
"She wants you there personally, she loves you so much i swear, she can't stop talking about you" Neteyam said in the hug.
As they pull away, Spider looked at his friends and siblings.
Tuk and Lo'ak still yelling at eachother meanwhile Tsireya tried to calm them.
"What about them?" He asked, and Neteyam's face was longing.
He wished to remain there for them too.
But this wasn't how the mother wanted.
"They will go on, they're strong" he said.
He offered a hand for standing up, which Spider kindly accepted, he was now standing.
He chuckles when he noticed that he was somehow teller then Neteyam.
' must be a dead thing '
"Ohh shut up" Neteyam said without even letting him start.
With the same hand, he helped Spider step out of his physical body.
Who was now resting in peace, soon to be laid with the ancestors.
Hand in hand they walked in the forest.
"Don't turn away to face them, that would only hurt more" Neteyam said, tightening his grip on Spider's hand.
In the distance there was Tuk, who scream that Spider couldn't breath.
Another few steps and a cold bloody scream came from behind them.
"There's also a human woman waiting for you" Neteyam said, grinning at Spider.
"My...?" Neteyam nodded immediately.
Waiting for them a latin woman, with a shine smile on her face she said hello to her son.
Hugging him tightly when he arrived.
"Come my son, she been waiting for you"
And them three walked away, leaving behind an horrific scene.
Of two parents loosing both young sons in less then five years.
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cottoncandysprite · 2 years ago
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Wore an extremely goth evening gown to an event tonight and someone came up to me and said i had nadja vibes, i think thats the proudest moment of my life
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spaceumbredoggos · 5 months ago
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BILL!!! LET ME OFF MY PERIOD!!! ITS BEEN TWO FUCKING WEEKS!!! I ALMOST BLED THROUGH MY PANTS AT THE BEACH TODAY!!!
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yummycrummy · 2 years ago
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I wanna vent about something, but its really silly and- not the biggest deal so you can ignore it if you want
I've told like- two of my friends so far about how I feel about it
I'll put it in the tags cuz im still ashamed
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weahboo · 1 year ago
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broooooo i woke up w a sore throat wtfffff is this
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guardedgala · 1 year ago
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Just realized that Spike and Snake is the 80s version of Spinner and Emma getting together
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elysiumcalled · 1 year ago
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My big cousin (aka my most favourite person and idc if not supposed to pick favourites from family but I HAVE SO SUE ME) is PLANNING HER WEDDING I COULD CRYYYYY
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anarchistettin · 2 years ago
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fail to understand an angerpost going around, try to figure out why people are mad, look in the notes
still unclear, starting to look fake, except that
several noters agree that one or other type of trans people should kill themselves,
soooooo
whatever it is that you're upset about, idc, and you're not welcome in the house, you need to go back to the road now
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kitashousewife · 2 years ago
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nana thanks to your reblog i am in a connie mood
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henryhoorray · 5 months ago
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I ASKED MY BEST FRIEND WHO STUDIES HISTORY ABT THIS AND NOW I GET MY OWN LIL HISTORY LESSON WITH A FUCK TON OF MEMES XDD
i love everything abt this
he also always tells me what sabaton songs r about
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ilona-mushroom · 1 year ago
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Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.
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cuyberpunk · 22 days ago
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WHEN DID EVERYONE START DATING PEOPLE???
silly lil vent in tags
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averagemafuyukinnie · 1 month ago
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why do i want tdie suddenly
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ququoquaw · 5 months ago
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i actually hate it when mls bridal carry the fl in public. i would kill someone if they did that to me
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infinitelystrangemachinex · 2 months ago
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The stewards of the old world are always keen to give you a glimpse of their might... According to legend, the ancients built specialized chambers to seal away false prophets.
The Arcane is waking up.
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iwieldthesword · 4 months ago
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I need to talk about this because it's making me feel insane.
Last week, my white leftist goyisch friends sat me, a wholeass antizionist Jew, down for a "talk" because they "needed to check in about Palestine" and make sure "our values aligned before we hung out again". They apparently needed to "suss out" where I stood on Palestinian rights, despite having had several conversations about Palestine and them being some of my closest friends. They needed to check, to search for and uncover my true values, because I had said some "disturbing things" that had made them "suspicious".
Disturbing things included:
Supporting IfNotNow which is a "liberal zionist organization" because it normalizes Jewish heritage in the Levant
Not bringing Palestine up enough, despite them also not bringing it up (this was apparently a test)
Mentioning that the Houthi's flag talks about cursing all Jews
Saying Stalin was antisemitic because of the "all the paw-grihms"
...and apparently other things they wouldn't specify, but had been tracking for months.
To clarify, I am an antizionist Jew from three generations of antizionist Jews. I have been vocal in my support of Palestinian liberation and in my condemnation both of Israel's actions and its violent founding as a state, and of zionism in many of its forms. I am a regular donor to Palestinian and Jewish NGOs and advocate for Jewish antizionism in person, at temple, and online. I have been talking about Palestinian liberation before they could point to Gaza on a map. But they needed to make sure, they needed to "suss out", they needed to check. And it's notable that the majority of moments that made them suspicious of me were times where I talked about antisemitism: not about Palestinian liberation, not about Israeli decolonization, not about anything actually relevant to Palestine. It was talking about antisemitism that made them check to see if I was a cryptozionist.
One of the most pervasive and insidious forms of antisemitism is the idea that Jews are inherently untrustworthy and suspicious. You have to constantly be on guard, track what they say and do, "suss out" the real truth. You have to keep them in line and and watch them carefully because they're liars and sneaks, and if you're not looking closely they'll return to their real values (and drag you down with them). This is where the idea of "cryptozionist" comes from and what it's directly building off of: the inherent untrustworthiness of Jews and the need to check. Because no matter how close you become you can't actually trust them, and any upstanding gentile should make sure to avoid associating with Jews before "sussing out" their real allegiances and intentions. You have to make them turn out their pockets, just in case.
I'm the first and only Jew they actually were friends with; I know because they've told me (strangely proud of it in the way white Americans are proud of that kind of thing). They've asked me questions about Judaism and fawned over how beautiful and unique it was for me to be connected to my community and culture. Pre-October 7th, one of them had even mentioned being interested in coming to services at my temple. She still has my copy of our siddur. But now she needed to "check" before she could be seen with me in public. Which is what it was: it wasn't a "you're my friend and I need to give you some feedback because you're fucking up" kind of intervention (which is normal and important to have), it was a trial. It was a last chance for me to prove to them that I'm clean-enough that they could afford to risk being seen with me in public, just in case someone noticed them fraternizing with a hypothetical Enemy and their leftism was compromised. It was a test to make sure that I behave properly when required to, that I'd play along and do what I'm told and turn out my pockets if asked (because any refusal would validate the notion of having something to hide). And above all it was an opportunity for them to reaffirm their own cleanliness by putting my imagined immorality in its place.
I did what I needed to do: I smiled. I apologized. I "didn't know that". I "appreciated the feedback". I turned out my pockets because what else could I do? They'd decided who I was and what I believed, regardless of what I said or did, so there was no point in explaining that they were wrong about me. If I had told them they were being antisemitic, it would just have been proof that they were right. Caring about antisemitism is a dogwhistle in the spaces they've chosen: it's not a real form of oppression, it's a tactic for sneaky, lying Jews to weasel out of admitting their true alliances. There was nothing I could say.
Nothing's really changed for me. I'm going to continue my activism for Palestinian liberation rooted in my culture and my faith. Antizionism is still not antisemitism. But I got a reminder that many white goyisch leftists fundamentally just don't trust Jews, and that the activist spaces they're in not only exacerbate their antisemitism in an increasingly insular echo chamber, but also allow them to finally vent their internalized bigotry in a socially-acceptable way. In my former friends' eyes, what they did was activism—disavowing a Jew (and making me feel humiliated, scared, and unclean in the process) as a cathartic stand-in for doing fucking anything for actual Palestinian liberation—but for me it was a grief that I'll be feeling for a long time: not only over losing friends I loved and trusted, but also over my sense of belonging and security in leftist spaces.
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