#so i am sorry

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Damn. You ever just see something that absolutely ruins your day? I'll get back to the kinktober entries later, but I need a mini break. I knew that not everyone on this site was going to be amazing and wonderful, but because I hadn't run into anyone who was less than fantastic I honestly thought I was just lucky enough to never have to interact with any of the less than awesome people.

[pizza-is-my-buziness]

I see one little gif set of 1666 and suddenly I am too overwhelmed with emotions to function.

Also I gave myself this prompt from the list I reblogged earlier: "sweaters and mittens" (but only mittens) and "gift"

It had pleased her mother to no end to see her daughter spending the past several nights seated in front of the fire, diligently working on her knitting and providing absolutely no reason for a scowl to cross Grace Miller’s face.

Hannah assumes her mother would be less pleased to know that she had been doing all that knitting on behalf of Sarah Fier. 

But the possibility of risking her mother’s ire is worth it, in exchange for the chance to go see Sarah for a reason other than one created solely off the top of her head to give her an excuse to darken the Fiers’ doorstep. December is still in its infancy, but the cold has long since pervaded all of Union and that particular afternoon smells of snow, so what better time to make her way across the settlement, basket dangling from the crook of her elbow, chill creeping through her petticoats and into her bones. 

Despite the cold and the rapidly freezing ground, there are still plenty of people about, attempting to chop wood before nightfall or dig up whatever root vegetables might still be salvageable. Only Isaac bothers to acknowledge her as she passes, pausing from plucking a freshly dead chicken to give her a nod and a smile. Hannah barely remembers to return the gesture, her thoughts already straying ahead of her, toward the house on the outskirts of the settlement, toward the curl of smoke she can already see emanating from the chimney. 

The yard is devoid of both person and beast when Hannah approaches and she can only imagine that the Fiers have more sense than she does, attempting to avoid being out in an afternoon that is only growing colder by the moment. Still, when Hannah casts about for any feeling of regret, it simply does not exist, especially not when the door swings open in response to her knocking and she finds herself facing Sarah herself. 

There is no mistaking the way Sarah’s face brightens when she sets eyes on her visitor, no hiding the grin that immediately turns up her lips. Hannah has seen more than a few forced smiles of Sarah Fier’s and this is certainly not one of them. The warmth of being on the receiving end of Sarah’s crinkling eyes and toothy smile spreads all the way to the soles of her boots, chasing away the bite of cold that has been freezing her solid throughout her walk. Hannah is certain that she could feel no warmer if she had tucked herself carefully beside the fire.

“Hannah. This is certainly a surprise.” Sarah steps back, opening the door wider in a clear invitation.

Hannah is all too happy to enter, and not just because it would allow for a reprieve from the cold. “A welcome one, I hope.” 

Sarah smiles as she latches the door back behind them, giving Hannah her full attention. “As if there could be any other where you are concerned.” 

The words and the ease with which Sarah says them threatens to steal the breath from Hannah’s lungs, just like they threaten to flood her with so much warmth that she might be tempted to shed a layer or two. More than a tiny part of her is tempted to step closer to Sarah, to reach for her hand, to let Sarah’s fingers warm her own. Or, better yet, to allow all of Sarah to envelop her, to warm her skin the way that Sarah’s smile has warmed her heart. 

Instead, Hannah forces herself to look away, to fidget with the basket instead. “I brought you something.” 

“Hannah! You didn’t need to-” 

“Well, I’m still learning,” Hannah cautions, interrupting Sarah’s enthusiasm before she can get too carried away. “So keep that in mind when you see what it is. Consider it…practice.” 

Sarah smiles, though her eyes are still settled on Hannah’s face, rather than the basket and impending gift. “So I’m expected to take your castoffs?” She teases. 

“Something like that.” Hannah grins, pulling the mittens she’d been so carefully knitting for the past several days from the basket and holding them toward Sarah. “It’s nothing, really. But I…” 

She trails off suddenly, feeling a prickle of embarrassment, a rush of heat that she hadn’t anticipated when she’d spent those evenings in front of the fire, when it seemingly hadn’t occurred to her that she would actually have to look Sarah in the eyes while she presented her with the gift. And now it seems ridiculous, the idea that she could just hand them over and not have to account for why she’d made them in the first place.

“Made these for me,” Sarah finishes, a touch of wonder to her voice that Hannah is not entirely sure that she deserves, especially not for a pair of lopsided mittens with a dropped stitch or two. Sarah takes them, brushing her fingers along the yarn. “Hannah, I-” 

Hannah shakes her head, shrugging, unable to keep from tightening her grip on the handle of the basket. “It was just a first attempt,” she reminds Sarah quickly. “I know they’re hardly as beautiful as-” 

“No,” Sarah says quickly, curling her fingers around them protectively. “No. They’re perfect. Thank you.” 

And it sounds like she truly means the words, that the soft expression of delight on her face is sincere and not just polite. That sincerity does little to cool the sudden heat in Hannah’s blood or slow the way her heart is galloping in her chest. 

If anything, it only serves to make her heart beat faster. 

“Thank you,” Sarah says again, letting her gaze return to Hannah’s face. “But…why…” 

There are easy ways to answer this, ways that don’t leave Hannah feeling flushed and uncertain, unsteady and nervous. Another lie about how she was simply practicing and needed someone to pass the attempt onto. 

Instead, what Hannah says is, “You mentioned before that you didn’t have a pair, that they’d grown too frayed and worn and…it’s getting so much colder now so I thought they might…” She swallows, uncertain as to why there’s something about being around Sarah Fier that makes conversation so much more difficult than usual. “I thought they might be useful.” 

Sarah is still holding the mittens tightly in her fingers, as though she worries Hannah might change her mind and take them back. Now she uncurls her fists, instead pulling the mittens on and beaming and seeing Sarah wearing the mittens, wearing these things that Hannah had created out of nothing just for her only makes Hannah feel all the more unsteady.

“See?” Sarah holds her hands up as proof. “They really are perfect.” 

Hannah swallows and manages to unstick the words from her throat. “I’m glad they fit.” 

“I will certainly be glad to have them tomorrow when I have to go out to feed the pigs.” Sarah hesitates, her smile faltering somewhat. “I would try to return the favor but I’m not entirely sure that I could create anything even resembling a glove or-” 

“Oh, no, that’s not…” Hannah quickly shakes her head. “It’s a gift.” 

Sarah studies her for a moment and Hannah dreads what might come next, dreads that Sarah might ask exactly why Hannah is bothering to make gifts for her. Because she’s certain if Sarah asks her, she’s not going to be able to come up with a lie, that it’ll be the truth that comes out.

How she already spends most of her evenings thinking about Sarah Fier, so what better way to use that focus?

How she had hoped that Sarah would look at her the way she is now, that she would smile like that when she’d received the gift.

How she wanted to be the one to make Sarah smile like that.

How the idea of Sarah putting on the mittens and thinking of her makes her feel a little bit dizzy and out a breath. 

Thankfully, Sarah doesn’t ask. She simply says, “Thank you. I will treasure them always.” 

Sarah reaches out to take Hannah’s hand in her mittened one and despite the fabric between them, Hannah can still feel the warmth of Sarah’s skin against her own. 

[hellfire--cult]

Baring Teeth chapter 11 is coming tomorrow!

Sorry for being so late on its update I swear I am not leaving that story!

[1nksta1neddesk]

A Court of Readers and Dreamers

Chapter 7: Beat of a Heart

Word count: 3638

Alis was brushing my hair after I had soaked in a bath until my skin had pruned. Occasional tremors would shake my shoulders, even as I melted under Alis’ thin fingers at my scalp. Alis’ had brought me a cup of thick hot chocolate that made my stomach turn at the thought of drinking, so I sat now with a tall glass of water as the other maids filtered out of the room to go help with dinner.

“I think if I never have to see a naga again I can count that as a win in this life.” I broke the silence in the room, hearing a small laughing sigh come from Alis as her fingers twisted my hair into a delicate braid.

“Maybe if one didn’t go looking for trouble, it wouldn’t find you. Don’t think I didn’t hear about what you took with you into those woods,” A playful pull on my hair as she continued, “Stupid, mortal girl, trying to trap the Suriel.”

I grinned as the tension against my scalp loosened, “I hope you fae are open to correct yourselves- I did catch the Suriel, and had a rather pleasant talk with them.” I picked at the dirt that was caught under my thumbnail as my hair tightened again and Alis was there, pulling my head back until our eyes met. Maybe the adrenaline of fighting for my life had made me delirious; at least that's what Alis’ face said as she looked into my twinkling eyes and the mischievous grin across my face.

“I hope whatever answers you got were enough to satisfy you , girl, if the Suriel hadn’t been in a benevolent mood you would have been its next meal, and not to mention the naga that nearly did make you its next meal.” She had stepped away from me, observing the work she had done with the twisting braid that draped between my shoulder blades. I stood, making to look at myself in the mirror, but Alis was redirecting me towards the bed, to the light evening dress she had laid out for me

I shot her a long glance, she shrugged and grabbed a light tunic and loose-fitting pants that she had hidden somewhere behind the bed.

“I thought we already agreed no dresses.” I had been keeping consistent with the ask of no dresses, even in my nightclothes I refused to wear a nightgown. Her expression said all I needed to know as I dressed, her hands coming to help me fasten the laces of the tunic despite my protests.

The shreds of the light blue tunic were still bunched in the corner of the room where I had thrown them the moment I entered the chamber, and I felt slightly guilty for the ruin of such fine clothes. I made sure to ignore the pool of green fabric that tangled with the shreds, the high lord’s tunic that he had shucked from his own back for my modesty.

Alis ushered me towards the door, even with my protests of wanting dinner in my room, and continued to guide me down the hall and stairs to the dining room. I was still grumbling as she opened the door to the dining room and nudged me to go in.

Tamlin was sitting at his usual spot at the head of the table and had apparently not used the time since returning to the house to get a new tunic. Lucien sat to Tamlin’s right, again his normal spot, and watched me with a whirring eye as I pulled out a chair next to him. I nodded a silent hello to both of them as I sat, and started to pile my plate with stew-soaked breads and glistening fruits.

“A rather exciting afternoon for both of you, or so I’ve heard,” Tamlin grunted his noncommittal agreement at the same time I did, swirling his ever-present wine glass as he stared past Lucien and directly at me.

“Well, you still look lovely- despite your hellish afternoon” I almost choked on a chunk of bread at that, the filthy liar.

“I guess when all you do is stare at yourself in the mirror I would seem rather lovely, wouldn’t I?” The joke was easy, this type of communication was always easy for me.

A barked laugh from Lucien as Tamlin let out a light chuckle. Good, it was good that they were laughing and not interrogating me about my time with the Suriel. I think my thoughts had jinxed me as Lucien turned to fully face me.

“Speaking of your afternoon, I heard from a little birdy that our human guest went to the western woods to snare a new beast to answer their questions.” I looked back down at my plate to ignore the burning stare of Lucien. He went to say something else but Tamlin spoke first

“You do know we would answer any of your questions? We would never willingly lie to you, nor have we.” willingly because with Amarantha’s curse, they could mention nothing of it. Still, I nodded my head, placating as I plucked up a cube of watermelon. The sweetness distracted me for a moment before I rinsed it away with the cold glass of water that had become my staple for dinners.

Lucien let the silence sit for a beat before he spoke, “Did the Suriel tell you what you wanted to know?” Another nod from me, slower this time.

“Enough, though the naga interrupted before I could finish our conversation.” I saw Tamlin look to Lucien as the emissary quirked an eyebrow.

“Conversation? You had a conversation with the Suriel.” Disbelief etched every word as he spoke. I hummed as I ate a bit of chicken, truly I was starving as I hadn’t eaten all but a small breakfast and the cheese I had nibbled on in the woods. That seemed to tell them both to drop it as we all ate, Lucien dismissing himself before dessert could be served, claiming a headache.

That left me with Tamlin, awkward silence surrounding both of us as I ate a slice of honeyed cheesecake. He took occasional draws from his wine while he ate a small pastry. I would have laughed if only for the absurdity of a high lord eating a pastry with a knife and fork, but I instead decided to take the moment to try and be friends with him.

“So, you know my hobby, what about yourself? What types of hobbies do fae lords partake in?” I raised an eyebrow, trying to lighten the dense mood.

He looked at me, and I was afraid for a moment he wouldn’t answer and make it even more awkward, but he did speak after a moment of studying me. “I am quite skilled with a fiddle, took it up during my time as a soldier.” I tried my best to ignore the disappointment that the information he was giving was already known to me.

“Well, perhaps Mr. Soldier can treat me to a song one day.” I smiled at him as I continued, neatening up my plate so it was easier for the staff to take away, “I also love music, though I cannot play in any capacity.”

I tried to laugh at myself as I made for the door, but his words caught me like a snare, “I could teach you one day, if you are interested.” It was a tentative offer and I fully turned to him, bowing slightly at the waist.

“I would be flattered, Tamlin” I walked out of the dining room and went to hide in the library for the remaining hours of the day. I tried to ignore the smile that pulled at my lips and the matching grin on Tamlin’s face.

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I had been asleep, only a few moments of numb blackness before I woke up. A book was sprawled open over the quilt I had dragged over me, I must have fallen asleep while reading. I was still foggy with sleep, confused why I was awake when I heard the shouts coming from the floor below followed by a scream.

The scream was of a dying animal, guttural and coated in agony I had only heard when I missed the killing shot. I was out of my room and down the hall before I could think, slamming into the sides of the walls as I turned around them, nearly jumping the whole flight of stairs as I came into the main hall. Another scream before the doors in front of me were kicked open.

Kicked as Tamlin came in with that blue-skinned faerie who was stripped with deep rivers of blood running down his back. I didn’t slow my running, running to the table at the center of the foyer - Tamlin was already yelling at Lucien to clear the table but I was there first, arms sweeping across it. A vase shattered on the tiles as the book I had left the night before went along with it.

Tamlin set the faerie, still screaming and thrashing about, onto the table. I beheld the splintered stumps where the wings had been sawed and torn off, and had to fight the burning of bile rising to my throat. Lucien was there, across the table from me, and Tamlin was talking to him, telling him where the faerie had been found. The words were lost to me though, the ringing screams of the faerie blending with the pounding of blood in my ears as I still stared.

“My wings,” the words were broken, choked out in writing pain as the pure black eyes stared at nothing, unfocused at everything besides- “she took my wings”.

I was there, at his side as he gripped the edge of the table, and was pushing back the solid form of black that was his hair. It was as soothing as I could be as I mumbled sounds of comfort. Tamlin was eyeing me as hot water and rags appeared next to white bandages. I glared up at him as I matched his eye contact, but I was the one to break it as the faerie wailed out again, thrashing about as Tamlin soaked one of those rags in water.

“She took my wings-” His veins stood in bold gold against blue skin as his long fingers tightened on the table, “She took my wings” I wondered if she had Rhys do the mangling to the poor summer faerie, a reminder of what she could have done.

The thought washed from my head as Tamlin told the faerie to keep still, slowly bringing a steaming rag to the spouting wounds. “N-n-No” The single syllable word broke as the faerie twisted, but I was pushing his shoulders to the table. I held him down on the table with all my strength as Lucien still stood, staring.

The skin under my fingers slipped and I had to look back down, readjusting my grip on wet-velvet skin before I looked back up at Lucien, asking for help to hold faerie down. The color was gone from Lucien’s face as he was cemented to the spot.

“Lucien,” A command from Tamlin, low and simple as steady hands wiped around the stumps first- avoiding the raw white tangles of nerves I saw peaking through gushing blood. But there was no response from Lucien outside as he moved only to wretch into a plant at the edge of the hallway. Before either I or Tam could say something, he was out of the room, sprinting from the bloodied faerie as I had from the naga.

The faerie went to twist again in my hands, but I pushed down, bearing all of my weight onto the thin arms. My shoulders shook as I bent down to Faerie’s ear.

“Keep still” It was my only demand, a plea as the faerie kept thrashing.

“She took my wings- she took them” Broken, everything in him was broken the moment his wings had been taken.

“I know- I know, it'll be okay” I choked on my words before I swallowed, “You will get them back.” Those eyes had moved to me, the pain in the pure black evident enough that I wanted to sob with him. I tried to soothe him as much as I could, moving my fingers ever so slightly against the blue skin while keeping him down.

The rag touched the wound and the shriek that came from the faerie was unearthly. My bones groaned at the sound as the faerie tried to raise itself from the table, to get away from the rag. I held him still as Tamlin looked at me after he wiped as much blood as he could away.

“They aren’t clotting,” he said it under his breath, defeated as he could do nothing to prevent the death that was permeating the hall. The blood that was still gushing from the wounds had pooled on the floor, and my knees became sticky with it as I readjusted my position.

I was kneeling next to the faerie, laying my head on the table to look into those eyes. My hands had moved, no longer pinning the faerie but stroking his cheek with one hand. With the other I held one of those long-fingered hands, rubbing soft circles into his fingers. I tried to distract him as he kept sobbing, tears now pooling under him.

“She took them-”

“I know, I know” I spoke softly, easy as his breathing grew wheezy.

“She took my wings”

I shushed him, still looking into his eyes as I reassured him.“You’ll get them back- I promise.”

“You swear?” Those delicate blue hands squeezed mine as some light twinkled in his eyes. Tears welled in my eyes as I lied to him.

“On everything I am, I swear- When you wake up you will have your wings back” He smiled, weak and pained as his eyes fluttered closed. Wet tears collected against the wood and my skin as I kept holding his hand, petting the starless sky that pooled around him.

I looked up only for a moment as I felt the movement of Tamlin. He was taking the other hand that had fallen limp on the other side of the table into his own. A prayer- he had started reciting the same prayer that I had said over Andras.

I spoke it alongside him, whispered as I held the faerie, hoping my hands were soft to guide him to the promised land. If Tamlin heard or saw my mouth moving he did not falter in his words until he sent off the soul with his final words. “Go, and enter eternity”

A breath- the dying faeries- sighed out, and the hand I held stopped squeezing back even as I continued to stroke at his hair, his skin. A dying butterfly- that is what it reminded me of, soft and wicked to rip the wings from it, watch it suffer only to die in pain.

I heard the other hand softly thud against the table as Tamlin let go, stepping away from the body, but I kept kneeling, holding his hand as it cooled in my grip. My legs had gone numb and my own fingers were cramping from the cold of the body when Tamlin set a warm hand on my back.

His eyes hadn’t left me since the faerie’s last breath, I had felt them against my skin in the minutes after. I knew he had questions, knew I would have to answer them but now- but just for now I wanted to soothe the pains of the sacrificial faerie.

“He’s gone. Let him go” Tamlin’s words shook me only slightly from my stupor, and I looked up at him with a blotchy face I knew had to be repulsive to him as I gripped onto his offered hand. Tamlin helped pull me to my feet, my eyes swimming with white orbs as I stood.

My bare feet moved slightly, congealing blood clinging to my skin as I stepped away, Tamlin guiding me. I wished I knew the faerie’s name , a soft mourning thought that echoed through me as Tamlin guided me to the stairs. I stopped though, turning to him.

Blood still stained his tunic from where had carried the faerie in, and his face seemed much older than the 20-something face I had grown used to. He looked weathered, dropping his youth and I could see the 500 years of politics and brutality weighing down his soul. Something inside me softened as I brushed hand down his arm.

“I’ll wait for you,” a pause where I looked toward the splayed body on the table, and I considered if I should learn to paint like Feyre had and show the masses the cruel beauty I had witnessed, “Go bury him”

“I was going to walk you to your room first but-” His eyes still stayed on me as he pulled back, I saw where he wanted to argue and leave me to my room and maybe he sensed that I would not back down here “I will be back soon, I promise.”

I didn’t want him back soon, not when a life had just been lost for nothing more than posturing and tantalizing threats. I was silent, though, as he gathered the body in his arms and made his way to the still-open doors and I sat down slowly on the stairs. The marble was cold under me as I watched his figure retreat away from the manor’s doors. He turned at some point and disappeared from my vision, but I was staring blankly into the sky.

I watched small tufts of clouds blur the stars like pieces of stray cotton. I longed to disappear into those stars and clouds, to alleviate the dense emotions thrumming through me as I brought blood-soaked knees to my chest. Tears fell into them, but I stayed silent and resisted the loud screaming sobs I wished to unleash. I couldn’t let it out though, not as I knew invisible eyes and ears observed me as the scent of blood was replaced with a fragrant cleaner.

I do not know how much time passed where I stared into those star-flecked clouds before I saw him again. A small shadowed figure on the horizon, barely distinguishable from the swaying grasses, slowly grew back into the High Lord. I watched him, and I knew he saw me there on the stairs still as he came back into the foyer.

The shattered glass had disappeared and all but a trace smell of iron was left of the blood as he passed through the threshold and approached me. I stood before he could offer his hand, and instead offered mine to him. Tamlin hesitated for a moment before he took it. He was still the one to guide me to my room but in that moment I felt a small bridge being formed, an understanding between the two of us as I only led as we ascended the stairs.

The door to my chambers was approaching far too quickly, and I had already grown dependent on the warmth I leached from his hand. I felt as though I would freeze on the spot if the connection was broken, and I understood the comfort Feyre had first sought from him. Then my hand was dropped from his grasp and I didn’t freeze, instead just idling in front of my door.

I was reluctant to break what we had formed, break the silence, but I wasn’t the one to break it as Tamlin spoke.

“Why?” It was his only word before I furrowed my brows, confused. “Why, after Andras?”

I cringed, too tired to hide it as I looked at him fully, blood-stained as I was. “No one deserves to die alone, and when I go, I want someone to be there and stay a little while after, so I pay others the same respect” True, it was always true, I had hated the thought of slipping away alone, had always stayed with the animals I killed for a few moments after their last breath before I processed them. But that was too much to give to Tamlin so I would make this an exchange; A question for a question.

“Did you get to bury Andras?” I was afraid the answer would be no, that I had murdered and left a body to rot but a small nod from Tamlin eased some of the weight from my chest. Before I could say more, to say good night or something of the like, Tamlin was already down the hall, to wherever his bedroom lay I presumed.

Maybe I was as much of a coward as he was when I didn’t go after him. I eased my way into my room, peeling the bloody cloth from me before entering the bathroom.

I rinsed the blood from my skin under the faucet before I let the water collect to form a bath. I only filled it partly, only wanting to scrub the night away from my skin as I found a washcloth and a new bar of soap that had been left for me. No more than 15 minutes had elapsed by the time I left the bathroom to find a new set of sleepwear, a pair of cerulean shorts and a loose top, laid on the bed.

I was quick to change and even quicker to burrow myself under the quilt I had abandoned earlier that night. There was no warmth left in the fabric as I wrapped it around me, trying to stave off the icy feeling of my blood as I found sleep.

[usersewis]

tagged by @simplywrong and @racingliners ty both!!

gonna put 5 songs that I have repeated a lot lately :3

cha cha cha - Käärijä, it's still a bop and I am still bitter

I don't dance - HSM 2, idk how it happened

me and michael - mgmt because ofc

need to know - doja cat

glimpses of us - joji

I tag @schumigrace @theflyingfin @formula-red @licharlo and whoever else wanna do it (w/o pressure ofc)

[astronnova]

yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[chechula]

Birthday gift for my dear friend who loves vampires♥ . The whole thing was made in three days, I had too much fun drawing it! I created the cover drawing in the car on the way to the birthday party. So I had no time to scan it :D Well, if you enjoy reading it let me know and I will try to post more (I am making comics for my friend regularly, I am just too ashamed to translate and upload these silly things online x_x ) _____________________________________ Patreon Commissions

[sadclowncentral]

cannot stop thinking about the french man who during dinner responded to a person asking "should we be naughty and get desert" by pulling a face and going "naughty? it is chocolate, it is not an, uh, threesome"

[akiizayoi4869]

They need to remove the "convicted felon" option from job applications, and anything else that requires you to say whether or not you have a criminal history. Because CLEARLY if we can have a convicted felon in the white house, then convicted felons everywhere should be allowed to get jobs, should be allowed to vote, etc.

[sunnylolli]

Something, something, what if it all went really wrong and they were forced to speed-run the brotherly bonding

[blabberoo]

headcanoning Ford is a much bigger menace than Stan during highschool days but he gets away with it..

[apparently-artless]

[kuno-chan]

Some of us really need to be doing “Finish That Fanfic We Haven’t Updated in a Year November” 💀

[bosspigeon]

so bc i am a Gross Dude my friends i and sometimes rate our burps and my coworker (who is a teen girl) burped in front of me once and i instinctively rated it

so now every time she burps she looks to me hopefully for a rating and bc she has delicate little baby burps i now have to create an entirely new Burp Rating System unique to her bc i rate anything below a 5 and she looks at me like this

[luminixx]

“Your mom” gone wrong. Not the right person.

this is lowkey so unserious don't kill me. it's a reference to all that stuff about his mother that I am seeing.

[oh-snapperss]

they'll fund a genocide and let their poor regions be destroyed. don't fucking forgive them for that.

my hometown is completely gone from what pictures i can find of it, i have not heard from my family (including aunts, uncles, parents, one sibling, and a grandparent), and the infrastructure in the mountain communities is wiped out. i cannot stress how catastrophic this is, or how difficult it will be for these communities to build back. i am angry, and scared, and heartbroken by everything that's happened.

and our government is spending it's money to fund a genocide.

free palestine, and don't be complicit. realize that this is not something happening that doesn't affect you--although it shouldn't take this to care about the deaths of thousands of people anyway.