#women with children

[eyeofnewtt]

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[wannabegoose]

Homosexuals?

(Women with children

Short insomniacs

And a teeny tiny band

Come back in

The welcome mat is on the floor

Let's begin

This story needs an ending)

[fivebeaverparty]

But seriously who can rebuild the people I've killed in bed

[thegreatpapaya666]

DADDY VENEER? BESTIE U GOOD?

CALM YOURSELF

HE IS THE KING OF THE GAYS

Look at that gayass snarky lip he's giving us - you can't convince me this man is not homosexual

[paulpingminho]

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

[redtail-lol]

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[peachyogurrrt]

realest ig thing ive ever did.

[jacobtheloofah]

hell world!!!! hell world!!!! hell world!!!!

[cavalierzee]

A Palestinian David vs An Israeli Goliath

A Palestinian David vs An Israeli Goliath

A Palestinian Child vs An Adult Israeli Trained To Kill

A Palestinian Rock vs An Israeli Assault Rifle

A Palestinian Original Land Owner vs A Zionist Invader

[sayruq]

[edennill-archived]

GRRM may write more women than Tolkien, but as a woman I would feel much safer in Tolkien's world, and around the author himself

[fivebeaverparty]

Currently translating all of in trousers to my native language into a vim .txt file for absolutely no one to see ever

[cry-ptidd]

” Am I not right to weep? O my children, cursed children of a hateful mother - ”

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining Price getting home after a rough mission.

He's bruised, beat up, and exhausted to the point where he passes out on the couch fully dressed. You don't want to wake him. So, you dutifully drop to your knees and begin to undo the laces of his boots. Price wakes up enough to see his gorgeous wife tugging off his shoes. They're beat to hell things, stripped leather with caked on mud and yet you don't grimace. He watches silently as you remove the other boot, placing them together at your side.

You look up at him, slightly surprised to find he's awake.

He leans forward just enough to cup at your cheek, runs his thumb over your bottom lip. You don't miss how his face pinches in that way when he's remembering something awful.

"God. I don't deserve you."