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netizens are desensitising gruesome things that are taking place in Palestine.

even the internet’s reaction to graphic things such as - pictures of injured children, civilians stuck under rubble, dead bodies of families in their destroyed homes etc. is beyond underwhelming.

DO NOT NORMALISE GENOCIDE.

BREAK THE STIGMA.

#save palestine

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“I’m asking Theodore Nott to the Ball,” said Hermione, dumping her books on the desk. Ginny raised a brow.

“Do you even know who that is?”

“Oh, shush." Hermione took out an emerald green cover from the pile. “I found his sketchbook. The one that's always on his desk."

“Must be some wicked sketches if they've breached your Quidditch-player fever.” Ginny snatched it.

“I suffer from no such ailment,” she scoffed, but her smile gave her away. More seriously, she said, “I’m lonely, Gin.”

All jokes aside, Ginny felt it, too. “But what's so special about Theo Nott?” She didn’t get it. Hermione could have literally anybody.

“Look at the drawings.” Hermione grinned.

“You snooped?” Ginny tutted. “Naughty, Miss Granger.”

She flipped the cover, licking her fingertip to turn the thick pages with an exaggerated flair. “Shut up,” she cried a few pages in. “Shut up!”

“I know,” said Hermione. “There’s maybe a dozen of them in there.”

“And this doesn’t seem creepy to you?”

Hermione shrugged. “They’re harmless. Look, they’re all from a distance. See that one in the classroom? I think it’s from Transfiguration. My hair was braided like that one morning. They’re rather beautiful.”

Ginny sang out, “He liiikes you.”

She handed the sketchbook back, and Hermione began casting spells over it.

“What are you doing?”

“Locking it up.”

“Not only did you snoop, but you also broke his privacy charms?” Ginny’s grin widened.

"I'm Head Girl," she reasoned. "Simply monitoring."

Ginny kicked Hermione under the table, giving her the hurry-up-and-get-on-with-it eyes. Theo Nott had just entered the library with Malfoy, who seemed to have come from Quidditch practice.

Hermione finished casting her spells, then tousled her hair, pretending to study.

As the Slytherins passed by their table, Hermione called out innocently, “Theodore?”

Theo turned at the sound of his name, appearing confused, or maybe distrustful, when he realised it was Hermione. Odd for a bloke supposedly obsessed with her.

“I found your sketchbook,” she said, holding it up.

Malfoy stepped forward, hand outstretched. “That’s mine, actually.”

(340 words, prompt: that's mine actually, cross-posted from twitter, now illustrated by DamnOverdrive)

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hellos film enthusiasts, until the 31st of this month you can watch 15 kurdish films here, online with english subs, for free! have fun <3

a personal recommendation of mine, that i had watched a while ago during another kurdish film festival: love in the face of genocide

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“Dream house I”, Shanice Bloodbloom

collage

4″x6″, 2016

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“Promise you’ll never leave me.”

-I promise*

*she is lying

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Hades and Persephone 🌸

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– whatever you want, granger –

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If you don’t want her, someone else will 🫥

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ok this was actually hilarious

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fellow marauders fans I have life changing news 😭

Sirius canonically had short hair prior to Azkaban

was just looking for the only mention of Dorcas and came across that absolute fucking lie 😭

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My mother has rejected me every chance she has got. From the very beginning, her body rejected me long before I was due. Then she kept rejecting me from my childhood. She had another child every me, and it was obvious that this was her daughter. The kid she had wanted. Beautiful like her, smart like her, and vicious like her. I kept trying my best though. When you’re young you think if maybe you try harder it’ll work out. It never does though. Regardless of how hard you try. You are never loved. Or even liked enough.

I am an adult now, but I’m still the child being rejected. She is still very vicious towards me. I am still the kid that tries as hard as she can, but falls short. I will maybe never experience the truest love of all, a mother’s love. And I have to be okay with that.

Even if I feel like I deserved better. The child in me deserved better.

#mothers and daughters #mothers #mommy issues #dysfunctional family #family dynamics #yearncore #love #yearning #yearning for love #my diary

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modern social media should stop offering "sync with your phone contacts to follow them" options and start offering "block all your phone contacts so they never see your account" options

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I just want her to be happy over anything

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i still cry for you.

i promise.

- the eternal terrors of a dead pet

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And the hardest part by far is the ghost of you

Your toys on the floor, treats on the shelf, leash by the door

Why is your collar on table?

There's no tippy taps, tail wagging, bright eyes and perky ears

Do you need outside?

The night is so loud, the silence where you used to breathe. My floor is empty

Are you sleeping okay?

She threw out the food in your bowl, and I was upset about it, even though I know.

Do you need more?

And all the pitying looks and hugs and pats and the "how you doing?"

I don't want to talk about it

But at the same time I want to tell them the hardest part

Is that you're still here

But you're not.