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heretic-child · 1 year

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Circumcision of boys is a rule in Islam that symbolizes the entrance of the child in the religion. Kirve is the name given to the person who plays a part in the circumcision ritual. During this ritual, the kirve takes the child in his arms, console him to avoid him to be afraid, he closes his eyes with his hands and the operation can take place as well. The role of kirve only start with this ritual. There is a kind of family relationship that is established with the family of kirve and the family of the child. This friendship is reinforced by a fundamental rule: the prohibition of marriage between members of two families.

''When I started doing research on the subject, I thought the kirvelik existed throughout Turkey or in all Muslim countries. As an Alevi, it is a reality that I know since my childhood. This is one of the strongest principles of Alevism after “müsahiplik” ('religious brotherhood', one of the principles of Alevism leading two men to maintain parallel spiritual lives throughout their lives), so I thought it was widespread throughout Turkey. When I began my research in Diyarbakir, the Kurds have always told me they were taking Armenians as kirve. But by continuing my research, I came to realize, contrary to what I thought, that the kirvelik is not as widespread in the regions at the west of Sivas.''

According to Ayşe Kudat, the author of the only research done about this tradition, the western populations have learned the concept of kirve from the Eastern immigrants. For this reason, in the West, the kirve is only the person who plays a role during the circumcision ceremony: he takes the child on his lap, he close his eyes. In the West, it remains there. At the east of Sivas, conversely, the ceremony seals a relationship with the chosen person and his family. And this is not trivial, it is a real family relationship. A strong link is established then between the two families. Why this institution does not it exist in western regions? This is due to the great ethnic and religious diversity which prevails in the East. Not only of Muslims and Christians, there are other ethnic groups: the Yezidis, Alevis, and many others which we have forgotten the name today. A Diyarbakır for example, very different ethnic groups lived together: Jews, Greeks (Rum), Armenians, Syriacs, Alevis, Yezidis, Şemsi. In most other regions, they did not have a such common past. I think the reality of diversity in the East has been the ground of kirvelik. There was of course a diversity in the western regions, but the people are not as mixed and they do not have this common past.

Today, this tradition is perpetuated mostly by Alevis and Yezidis.

Minority and oppressed populations, appropriate more the function of kirvelik. Yezidis and Alevis are in the minority, they occupy a social position makes them more vulnerable to oppression. This mindset drives minority populations in developing a mechanism to better create links with other communities. During our research interviews, some Sunni clerics have even said that they did not give much importance to kirvelik. This is an Islamic ritual while a religious leader himself gives no such importance. That is, conversely, very important for the Alevis and Yezidis. It seems to me that this is beyond the religious, deeply linked to a social position. They are a minority in society and they are more interested than others to protect themselves.

Any marriage bond with the family of kirve is prohibited. From the moment the kirvelik relationship has developed between the two families, the members of these have absolute prohibition to marry. And it is endless, even for the fifth or seventh generation, the rule remains appropriate. This is a ban that applies to all members of the family forever. This means that the forbidden, somehow, has a regulatory function of social ties.

''Yes, endogamy is widespread, but is prohibited within the nuclear family, between siblings. The link established by the kirvelik is not one we have with cousins, but that between a brother or sister. The prohibition of marriage therefore from that which exists in a sibling. Apart from that, yes, inbreeding is common. In my family, for example, it is even a tradition of marrying children's paternal uncle, it is only very recently that it has started to change. With the prohibition, kirvelik seems that so sets limits, when in reality it releases other codes by establishing a fraternal relationship.''

''There are also a series of stories, traditional songs and legends about it: you can not marry the daughter or son of the family of kirve. We can fall in love, but a love that will lead nowhere.''

In a context of cultural diversity, the risks of religious conflicts, tensions and other problems are a reality, and kirvelik helps to soothe and strengthen the relations. Prohibit marriage is also creating a bond of brotherhood. It is no longer possible to kidnap a girl to marry. It is very important that the kirve could be placed in the family and attends smoothly each of its members. Even today, there are many barriers between different ethnic and religious groups. In Turkish society, the various ethnic and religious groups are wary of each other. The kirvelik is a societal institution that has a very important religious function as it allows to overcome this distrust. Although initially a role of being a religious ritual, one must also consider the kirvelik as the product of a norm, of a wisdom of society to develop social ties.

The custom of Kirve in the memory of Kurds and Armenians

#circumcision #tradition #culture #kurdish #alevi #ezidi #yezidi #armenian #people #religion #turkey #long post #txt

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kitardene · 11 days

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Idk how any of this stuff works but we do have family in the uk!! My moms siblings r there and my mom thinks theres a small chance they could so smth for us and hey if i were to move outside of the country uk isnt so bad. They have tons of muslims and kurds and arabs and even tho british food makes me depressed i can still pretend one direction will greet me at the airport

The UK is ... eh. Im pretty sure rn it's kind of in shambles (politically at least) but so are most countries rn💀

British food is so atrocious but I used to love beans on toast 😭

One direction will be there just for you bestie (real)

#funsy <3

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beykhabarr · 3 years

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Oh please i am in love

"No matter what they do to terrorise and frighten us, no number of arrests will scare us off"

Muna-al-Kurd after her release on Sunday

#kurd siblings #free palestine #this is state sanctioned violence #end occupation #muna al kurd #mohammad al kurd #Palestine #israel #end israeli apartheid #genocide #zbxhsjsjsjsj aaahhhh #dev ramblea

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imanes · 3 years

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crying literal tears of blood whenever i see someone say “you’re talking about palestine for *woke* points” or any other iteration of the clout chaser vs “let me imply i’m actually donating money bc this is the only form of solidarity i know and is therefore the only valid one” trope as if literal palestinian activists like mariam barghouti, the el-kurd siblings, fayrouz sharqawi and countless others have told you six billion times over the last week that they don’t need your motherfucking charity, they need you to educate yourself and speak up. charity isn’t solidarity, taking accountability for your actions and amplifying palestinian voices is. when we have people publishing pictures of their dead relatives and neighbours in an attempt to humanise them and urging you to spread these images because they can’t even be afforded that last dignity, your pontification about “not using your platform bc u aren’t one to exploit the palestinian struggle for clout” reeks of complificity. if your platform is two people then that’s two people you can perhaps convince of the inherent humanity of palestinians and the inherent evil of apartheid and genocide. if your platform is your dinner table and your grandmother needs to be de-brainwashed then that’s useful too. there is a duty of memory and of vocal support to the dispossessed to do here because their issue isn’t that they’re voiceless, it is that they are SILENCED. how many times do they have to beg you to just spread their words for make it click through your heads?

#bunch of clowns with a nasty attitude!

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n0oble · 3 years

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Israel charging the El Kurd siblings “disturbing the public peace” and “nationalism” highlights exactly what Palestinians have been saying for decades.

That “peace” to Israel means silent acceptance of having a boot on your neck and that being Palestinian is a crime.

Imagine being deluded enough to believe Israel wants peace. Israel wants the El Kurd family and others in Sheikh Jarrah to willingly accept random strangers from New York taking over their homes and anything less is “incitement.”

And thats what they want from all Palestinians.

This is Muna el Kurd on her twitter

She and her twin brother Mohammed el Kurd are 23 years old

They have been documenting the apartheid they've been forced to live in and peacefully protesting for 10 years now.

They've both been arrested today. Don't let them down, signal boost and get them released

Free Muna el Kurd

Free Mohammed el Kurd

Free Palestine

#free palestine #defund occupation #end apartheid #save sheikh jarrah #palestine #israeli occupation #israel #apartheid #free Palestine #muna el kurd #mohammed el kurd #free muna el kurd #free Mohammed el kurd

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peonycats · 3 years

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do you have any thoughts on the median empire?

Iran voice: u don't know him like I do- you've never even chomped down his thigh u fake fan 😤

Historical Footnotes:

Iran prbly had a more complicated relationship with Media that can't really be boiled down into a simple parental relationship- not only did they have other parental/familial figures (like Elam!), what relationship they did have was probably closer to an "older-young sibling" as fellow Iranian tribes more than anything ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ngl, Iran really resembles Elam both in disposition and their habit of beating up Assyria (Assyria's descendants, in Iran's case 👁👁)

Unfortunately, we have no first hand sources about the Medes and everything we know them is from the writings of other civilizations. They were first mentioned by the Assyrians and often rebelled against their rule, until things went real downhill for the Assyrians and the Medes and other subject states broke away. Things got so bad that the Medes even took over Assyria's old joint as the head honcho (that is, until Iran came into the picture lol)

I myself dont have many opinions or headcanons on Media since I havent really studied the Median Empire too much, but he and Assyria (well, by this time it was Old Assyria's descendants, Assyria, who represents the modern day Assyrian people, and Syria) had a testy relationship, to put it lightly.

The handsome lad Iran's talking to in the second panel is Mister Kurdistan! (I'll post more about him as soon as I get his intro post ready ><) The Medes have been often proposed as a starting point for the Kurdish people, and this view was adopted by many Kurdish nationalists when first put forward in the early 20th century. However, recent evidence has indicated that the Kurds may be no more related to the Medes than other Iranian people groups.

#aph persia #hws iran #hetalia #historical hetalia #hetalia ocs #hws kurdistan #ask #anonymous #hws media #this is a very hesitant design for media so dont be surprised if i change it wildly next time #he just kinda looks like a generic iranian king HWEEZE #historically inaccurate hair is historically inaccurate #aph iran #hws persia #aph kurdistan #aph media

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transrightsjimin · 3 years

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Today, June 6th 2021, Muna El-Kurd has been arrested and taken away by Israeli occupation forces after they raided her home. People also didn’t hear back from her brother, Mohammed El-Kurd, who a few hours later turned himself in after cops left a note that urged him to do so.

The siblings have been actively updating and translating news on repression, violence and war crimes by Israeli settlers in Jerusalem for years. Recently they have gotten more media attention for being excellent news sources and translations. Muna is the person who iniated the #SaveSheikhJarrah tag to raise awareness on past and planned displacement of Palestinian families in the neighbourhood, and you may recognize Mohammed from recent interviews in Western media, such as with the BBC where he cracked down pro-Israel questions.

Muna an Mohammed were arrested because they expose Israel for its genocide, and these public figures being targeted directly by Israeli authorities is a further attack on free speech and press. Which already is largely the case for occupied and endangered areas, with how e.g. a lot of pro-palestine posts and accounts get removed from Facebook and Instagram, or how residents in Gaza get electricity for only 4 (in some places even less) hours per day.

Israel wants to silence those for speaking up about the war crimes that Israel prides itself in and even openly admits doing. Palestinians don’t have many means nor the freedom to speak out but others have the privileged position to do so.

Tumblr obscures posts from tags that contain many l*nks so I will just share these on Muna and Mohammed:

https://www.palestinechronicle.com/watch-occupation-forces-detain-prominent-activists-muna-and-mohammed-el-kurd-in-sheikh-jarrah/

https://twitter.com/RamAbdu/status/1401444718546927618

https://twitter.com/novoamorjk/status/1401522916219572227

The third l*nk, a twitter thread, contain more l*nks including to social media of Muna to get informed on her posts. Please keep sharing and boosting Palestinian voices. I also highly recommend people to do so outside of tumblr bc this is not where you tend to find up-to-date news as a whole.

#FreeElKurdSiblings #SaveSheikhJarrah

#muna el kurd #mohammed el kurd #sheikh jarrah #save sheikh jarrah #free palestine #israel #antizionism #anti settlerism #anti colonialism #palestine #palestina

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deadpoetsmusings · 3 years

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what I read: Palestine edition

Last month, while posting about what I’d been reading on the interwebs, I kept wondering if or what I could possibly post regarding Palestine that wasn’t already common knowledge. I also wondered what was appropriate. Since then I’ve realized that talking about the issue, about the suffering Palestinians have to live through every single day, is important. We cannot look away and we cannot afford to be silent. I’ve since spiraled and read a lot of things on the issue, watched a ton of videos (from people on the ground to scholars to opinions to journalistic reports), seen a lot of opinions on social media (from conflating Judaism with Zionism to calling criticisms of Israel online “social media pogrom” from El-Kurd siblings’ activism and detentions to Palestinians asking that they not be subjected to pre-conditional support.) Funnily, I was also accused of antisemitism when I posted a quote from Angela Davis calling for justice for Palestine. Unfortunately, there will always be people who will deny there’s ethnic cleansing taking place, who will choose to close their eyes, there is always blowback when you speak out against the oppressors and colonizers, and we cannot let it deter us. We have to call out Israeli atrocities, center Palestinian voices, and actively participate in BDS for there to be any justice for Palestinians. This is the least we can do.

Anyway, sharing some of what I’ve been reading online:

“Like Madiba and Desmond Tutu before me, I see the eerie similarities between Israel’s racial laws and policies towards Palestinians, and the architecture of apartheid in South Africa. We South Africans know apartheid when we see it. In fact, many recognise that, in some respects, Israel’s regime of oppression is even worse.” My grandfather Nelson Mandela fought apartheid. I see the parallels with Israel by Nkosi Zwelivelile. Mandela’s granddaughter isn’t the only one to compare Israel to apartheid era South Africa, the South African president as well as other people including anti-apartheid activists see the glaring similarities as well.

“Did you also know that Hamas would probably not exist today were it not for the Jewish state? That the Israelis helped turn a bunch of fringe Palestinian Islamists in the late 1970s into one of the world’s most notorious militant groups? That Hamas is blowback?”

Palestinian Refugees: Myth vs Reality. This particular piece goes in-depth and should you need more, there’s a comprehensive list of all the myths attached with the Palestinian cause that have been debunked on Decolonize Palestine

“We understand that elongating legal processes for decades, drowning us in bureaucracy, and making us pay the fees of our own dispossession are standard tactics of intimidation. If each home is taken over separately, if each case is stretched across the length of decades, then the ethnic cleansing of Sheikh Jarrah will no longer look like a mass forced dispossession event, but rather a series of individual lawsuits that are ethically troublesome but ultimately insignificant in the grand sweep of the settler-colonial project. That’s why it’s important to understand the political and legal history of Sheikh Jarrah,” writes Mohammed El-Kurd in this important essay about Israel’s systemic ethnic cleansic

“Supporters of the two-state solution often cite the right of Jews to self-determination. However, a Jewish right to self-determination does not mean a Jewish right to statehood. As Peter Beinart recently pointed out, to offer all peoples a right to statehood would be impossible without doing so at the expense of others, as is the case in Israel.” The idea of The One-State Solution: a single, democratic state with full rights for all people.

#what i read #palestine #digital picks #free palestine #pixel picks #save sheikh jarrah #save silwan #no nyt cause they're shady af #guys there are primers on the whole situation from zionism and its european roots to creation of israel #and its continuing atrocities #also decolonizepalestine is excellent!#from the river to the sea palestine will be free

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no-bitch-i-cant · 3 years

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I'm not very consistent in my posts so to keep updated on Palestine

Follow this account: https://instagram.com/eye.on.palestine?utm_medium=copy_link

And

https://instagram.com/sbeih.jpg?utm_medium=copy_link (has some great reels about the whole thing, doesn't post a lot about it though)

Follow the kurd siblings too

#palestine #free palestine #save sheikh jarrah #gaza #save palestine #save silwan #savesheikhjarrah #gaza under attack #save lifta

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ms-rampage · 3 years

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The New Trainee

Summary: Paige, Kate and all the other hunters show Felix how to kill monsters. Monster Hunting 101.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Some language

Note: OC Felix Miller belongs to @the-chaos-siblings (also requested by him)

“Okay so the monster you saw us killed. That was a Wendigo, they’re pretty much humans that resorted to cannibalism, and turned into monsters” Paige tells Felix.

After he witnessed a Wendigo, and saw how they killed it. Paige and Kate along with everyone that lives on the compound showed Felix how to hunt, and kill monsters.

“Humanoids that are tall and pale. A huge part of Native American mythology” Kate adds.

“So fire and silver bullets kill them?” he asks.

Both sisters nod, “Yep, they’re usually in groups, but they’re more likely to be by themselves” Paige tells him.

Her husband Kenneth, along with their hunters friends/family Adrian, Cody, Mark, Martin, Nate and their mother Mandy walk into the living room.

“That Wendigo was living by itself, but I’m sure there’s more lurking out there in the woods” he tells them.

“So what other monsters exist?” Felix asks, “Do vampires exist?! Werewolves? Demons?! The loch ness monster?!”.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes and maybe” Paige answers, “Unless it's freakin' Godzilla, it real!”.

There were some “animal” attacks in the wood areas of Hope County, Montana, and everyone including forest rangers have concluded them as either bear, or cougar attacks, but the local supernatural hunters say differently. Because after Wendigo’s attack they leave nothing behind, and the campsite had some blood evidence, but no bodies of campers. The site was “too clean” for the Cult to have kidnapped any innocent “sinners”.

“So I kinda know how to kill vampires” he tells them, but he has an unsure tone in his voice, “A wooden stake to the heart, holy water, sunlight and garlic”.

They all exchange looks, knowing that’s how you kill them in movies, and it's a huge misconception.

Kate awkwardly clears her throat, “Well umm, Felix, that’s actually a huge misconception. We all know in movies and tv shows. Killing vampires with a wooden stake or repelling them with garlic is actually false”.

He looks at her confused, “Then how do you kill them?”.

“Decapitation” Kenneth tells him, “You chop off its head, and that’s it”.

Kate takes a seat next to him, “So we’re gonna start off with vampires, and how to kill them, and how they originated”.

Paige clears her throat, giving him a lesson in Monster Hunting 101, “So as you may know, vampires live forever. Never age. Up until you give them a nice clean head cut. Vampires originate from the Alpha vampire, the very first of the kind. Progenitor of vamps. Killing them is easy, decapitation, but those bastards are fucking strong and fast. Sneaking little bastards”.

“You can “cure” a vampire” Cody tells him, “Dead man’s blood. The blood of a dead person. It sedates them”.

“It doesn’t really cure them, it just makes them weak, and causes them pain without actually killing them” Ken adds.

“Next!” Paige exclaims, “Demons! Corrupted human souls!. Twisted, perverted evil spirits! Ghosts with an ego!”.

“Abominations” Adrian mutters before taking a sip of his whiskey.

“There are many, different types of demons” Kate tells him, “There are the typical, everyday black eyed demons. Then there’s red eyed demons, white eyed demons, and yellow eyed demons. Princes of Hell, Knights of Hell. Crossroad demons. It’s all a goddamn hierarchy!!”.

“Basically demons are human souls that were sent to Hell for whatever reason, and were left in the fiery pit to be tortured until there is no humanity left in them” Mandy tells Felix, “Turning them into demons. Direct opposites of angels”.

“Killing them is very easy, depending on who and what type you’re dealing with. Holy water, salt and iron. Holy fire, hex bags and exorcism” Kenneth explains, “Are all all you need to deal with those bastards”.

“A Devil's trap” Nate tells him, “Is what you need to trap a demon. It imprisons, binds and overpowers them. Most demons are unable to cross a salt line, but it can be used to harm them”.

Felix is trying to process all this information, not even 10 minutes into “Monster Hunting 101” and he already feels confident on killing monsters.

"Okay I'm starting to feel confident in this!" he tells them, "Where do find these monsters?!?".

“You may feel confident now, but these evil sons of bitches? They’re the worst!” Adrian says, before taking another sip of his whiskey, and filling his glass up again, "They're everywhere! Any small town. Like Hope County for example". He takes another hit of the alcohol, drinking it like water.

“Hey, hey cowboy shit, easy on the whiskey” Paige tells him, "Drink water for once!". He gives her a mocking look before drinking again.

“Anyway! Werewolves are pretty simple to kill, silver bullets” Kate says loudly “Now ghosts are also very easy. They hate salt, and iron. If you want an evil ghost/spirit out of your house. You find the bones of the person, salt em and burn em”.

“Now if the person was cremated, you have to find something they love, something they held dearly to, and you destroy it” she adds.

“We’re just teaching you the basics on killing monsters because there’s a lot of information on this crap” Paige tells him.

“Okay so how did all of you get into this stuff??” Felix asks them, “How did you all discover these creatures??”.

All the hunters exchange looks, “It’s a very long story, but to summarize our story. Our family has been a part of this whole game for 5 generations” the eldest Winchester explains to him.

“My family’s been doing this for 3 generation” Cody explains to him, “I’ve been hunting monsters since I was 5 years old”.

“My family’s been loyal members of the Men of Letters” Martin tells him, “They do the same thing, track and hunt down monsters”.

“Well in your case it's British Men of Letters” Kate tells him.

“Pretty much all of us come from 3-5 generations of monster hunters” Mandy explains to him.

After getting to know everyone in the household, and now having the acknowledgement on hunting monsters. but Felix knows he’s gonna have to learn a lot from these people, and get used to the special weapons they use to kill these creatures. Learn how to speak, and read Latin and Enochian.

“Pretty much Halloween will be an everyday thing for you” Kenneth tells him, “Our lives are a horror movie”.

With that all said, Felix has one hell of a journey into this life ahead of him.

“Actually for great practice, we actually summoned a demon” Paige tells them, everyone looks over at her.

“You did what??” her husband asks her, “You summoned a demon?? When we have our toddler and infant kids in the house?!?”.

“Yeah but it’s fine. I have him trapped in the bunker. In the torture chamber” she tells them.

Kenneth was always strict when it came to summon monsters in the house for training, or for getting information.

They go down to the bunker, into the chamber where they keep monsters and interrogate them.

“Before I open the door Felix” Paige turns to him, “No, you can’t fuck it because its an evil entity”.

He gives her a bummed out expression, “Then what has all this training been about??”.

“Killing monsters” Kenneth answers. Patting his shoulder.

She opens the loud metal door, and they see a man tied to a chair, inside a devil’s trap.

He lifts his head, with a smug smile on his face. “Well hello there red” he says to Paige with a teasing and cocky tone in his voice.

“Shut up demon trash” she responds, throwing holy water in his face, making it burn.

He growls in pain and also in annoyance. “Stupid human!”.

“She said shut up!!” Kenneth orders him, throwing holy water in his face again.

Paige gets into the killing demons lesson. “Okay, so this thing on the floor is a devil’s trap. If the trap is broken, then this fucker right here will smite all of us”.

“I will boil your flesh!” the demon growls at her, his eyes going black.

“Anyway!” she says loudly, ignoring him and his threats, “There are many ways to torture demons. Like for example throwing holy water in their faces. It burns them, and they can’t cross a salt line”.

Kenneth goes to a table on the other side of the chamber, and brings over a variety of weapons, setting them down on a table next to his wife.

“Demons also hate iron. Like holy water it burns them” she continues.

Kenneth hands Felix a knife that can kill demons. A knife with a wooden handle, and a sharp blade. It looks like an ordinary hunting knife, but it can do great damage to demons.

The blade can’t kill all demons, it can’t kill Knights of Hell, and Princes of Hell. Like Abaddon, Alistair, Samhain and Lilith.

“Now what you’re holding is an Ancient Demon-Killing Knife of the Kurds” Kenneth tells Felix.

“Or, you can just call it a demon killing knife” Paige corrects him, taking less time on saying the name, "Or just simply a demon knife".

“Ohh I see. He’s the new trainee!” the demon mutters, “How cute!!”.

“Demons are cocky little bastards” Kate tells them, leaning against the chamber's doorway.

“Oh Katie how ya doing?!” he asks, eyes blackened “I heard about your little boy toy Johnny Seed getting possessed by Saleos”.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes “Yeah and what happened to Saleos afterwards?? He got casted out and sent back to Hell. He knew he fucked up when Lucifer punished his ass".

“So you all do this for a living??” Felix asks them, "Do you ever tell people about this sort of stuff??"

“Yep! And nope because people tend to freak out if they were to ever find out about this stuff” Paige answers, “And now we’re showing you how to kill evil sons of bitches”.

“So take the knife and stab douchebag” Ken tells him, “Stab him right in the chest, or stomach. Wherever you’d like”.

The demon starts to laugh, “He doesn’t have the guts to kill me!. He doesn’t-”. Getting cut off by Felix without hesitating, stabs the demon in his abdomen, doing a knife trick before stabbing him. Making the redish orange light come out of his eyes, mouth and the stab wound. They all look at him like proud parents.

“Well shit” Paige chuckles, with a smile on her face.

“I didn’t think you were gonna stab him” Ken tells him.

“I think he’s ready for a real hunt” Kate tells them.

#my writings #oc: paige winchester #oc: kate winchester #oc: kenneth smith #oc: mandy winchester #oc: adrian wray #oc: mark massie #oc: nate massie #oc: cody reynolds #oc: martin quinn #oc: felix miller #writers on tumblr

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whitepassingpocs · 3 years

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Hey I'm another Kurdish anon. Just wanted to let the white passing Kurd who sent a message on here know that we are poc and you have every right to call yourself one as a MENA person. so long as you acknowledge your privilege and take action to advocate for the well being of our visible siblings and Black and Native ppl.

#anon

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lilnasxvevo · 4 years

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voting kills people and voting saves lives. it is difficult to argue against the idea that people died under trump who wouldn’t have died otherwise, whether it was due to hate crimes or suicide, or due to hellish conditions in detention camps, or due to the government completely mishandling the pandemic that has killed over one. hundred. thousand americans so far and we’re not even done with the first wave yet. he made the unbelievable and completely senseless choice late last year to pull out of syria and leave the kurds to be slaughtered.

aside from deaths he’s caused, white supremacists have generally felt emboldened by his presidency and white supremacist groups have been on the rise. trump continually tries to strip rights and freedoms and protections from very marginalized groups and sometimes he succeeds. he’s had an unprecedented focus on trying to prevent people from becoming citizens and trying to prevent people from coming into the country even by completely legal/documented means.

like..........please vote this november. if nothing else, do it for me, your transgender brother who is afraid because trump is trying to give healthcare workers the right to discriminate against me and refuse me care because i am transgender. do it for my transgender siblings too.

try to remember what life was like before his presidency and try to remember that he is an unstable and dangerous man and that it would be very hard for anyone who would replace him in office to be worse than he is.

try to keep in mind that everything he does is to try to please the people who might vote for him in the next election. try to keep in mind that while we hope most politicians choose what’s best for the country over what will get them reelected, “what will the voters think” drives every politician to some extent and that a democrat president would feel pressured to do things that democrats like and to not do things that democrats don’t like--which, at the very least, would mean that a president elected by democrats would have no reason to strip rights and protections from trans people.

it is very hard not to think right now that there is nothing that can make things better. and voting trump out of office is not going to make everything better. there was obviously already a lot wrong in the country before he was elected. but getting him out of office will make things a little bit better and a little bit easier. having a president who is receptive to our ideas in any way actually does make things easier.

also, i want to remind you that if trump gets reelected and any more supreme court justices die while he’s president, we are so fucking fucked it’s not even funny.

i do not care about your principles about not voting if you following your principles and refusing to vote makes life worse for millions of people both in america and all around the world. vote. just vote.

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wayward-marvel-sommer1196 · 5 years

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Stuck With Cuffs

(Sorry it’s a repost)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral female and male receiving, vaginal penetration, restraints!kink, stuck in an elevator, language, drinking, very slight implied child abuse at end but nothing specific at all.

Word Count: 3600

A/N: This one was a two for one deal. Written for Amber’s @huntingandwritingthings SPN Cluedo Writing Challenge, which I chose elevator with cuffs, and written for Kris’ @kdfrqqg First Writing Challenge. My prompt was “You can’t talk me out of this.” Again, still new at smut so please be kind and if you have suggestions for my writing, let me know. Congrats on your followers’ girls. No beta so mistakes are mine and feedback always wanted and appreciated.

Summary: You get trapped in an elevator with none other than Dean Winchester. Y’all are not only stuck, but supernaturally stuck by a ghost haunting the hotel. This elevator ride gets hot in more ways than one.

You arrived in Florida in your ’69 Camaro late last and checked in to the Rosen Shingle Creek Hotel. It was around 3 am so you figured you get some shut eye before you started the job considering you drove all the way from Kansas.

This particular hotel wasn’t the usual run down, cheap, sleazy motels that you would usual stay at, it was a five-star hotel and much to your dismay was expensive as hell making out on of your fake credit cards. However, you had no other choice, but to stay here as this was the place being haunted by a ghost tormenting, if not flat out killing, the guests.

You figured a little trip to the sunshine state would be nice. Catch a quick salt ‘n’ burn and maybe lay on the beach and get a tan. What you weren’t expecting was the killer humidity. It was hotter than hell here, like literally, because you had been to hell.

Any who, you woke up the next morning and got dressed in your usual black leather hunting attire (blood was easier to clean off leather than out of cloth) and grabbed your gear and headed out the door. This ghost seemed to be hitting guests all over the hotel so you figured you hit the top floor first and make your way down.

Once you finally got onto the elevator, you were shocked to find it empty. In a huge fancy hotel like this you figured the elevator would be crawling with people, but you figured they were staying out of the potential death box. You however still got on.

You were alone for a few floors until the elevator dinged signaling someone was about to get on. Once the doors opened a very hot guy stood before you. He was easily over 6 foot as he towered your 5’3 self, 5’4 if you counted the inch your boots gave you. He had short brown spiked hair, and the most gorgeous green eyes you had ever seen. He was built, but not too built like he was trying too hard. This man was fucking perfection wrapped up in a bow.

He noticed you staring and gave you a knowing smirk and winked at you. You rolled your eyes, figures he would be a womanizer. You knew the type all too well. Those were the type of men you scouted out in bars for a fuck and dump after a bad hunt.

He got on without a word and seemed to be headed where you were. The elevator went up a bit more and then suddenly stopped and the power went out in the elevator causing the emergency lights to come on. You reached out for the railing stumbling and falling into the stranger’s arms. He held you steady till you came to a complete stop when you pulled away from his grasp. Immediately you both took out your phones and noticed there was no signal and your heart started to race a bit.

You hit the call button, but mothing happened. No ringing, no noise, no nothing. You look over at the stranger and he can see the mild panic in your eyes.

“Let’s try to pry the doors open, ok?” he said trying to distract you and come up with something to help get out of the quickly heating box.

You nodded and you both put your hands on opposite doors and pulled. You weren’t weak by any means and you could assume the same about him, but the doors wouldn’t budge. You both let go of your grips and panted a bit feeling the heat starting to get to you. It was mid-summer in the Sunshine State after all.

“The escape hatch?” you questioned as you pointed to the ceiling. He nodded and lifted you to his shoulders only to find that was sealed shut too.

You sighed and tapped him on the shoulder to have him put you down.

“Alright well we should pool our resources and see what we have that could help us get out of here,” the stranger said.

“Uhhh…. okay,” you said nervously. “Just uh …. just don’t be freaked out with what I have in my pockets.”

“As long as you don’t get freaked out, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname as you both started emptying your pockets. You pulled out you 9mm pistol, your throwing knives, two flasks, and your phone, that was also your wallet, and your keys.

Dean pulled out his ivory grip colt, a flask, a strange knife with etchings on the blade, handcuffs, his keys and wallet, and what looked to be a small container of salt.

Suddenly the etchings on the knife looked familiar. This was the demon knife made by the Kurds. You had been hunting down this knife for ages and your last lead was that a demon named Ruby had it, but was now dead. That’s when the realization hit you, he was a hunter and you had a surprised look on your face that the stranger mistook for freaking out.

“Hey sweetheart, I thought we agreed no freaking out? I promise you I’m not some psycho killer. Your perfectly safe.”

“For starters, that’s exactly what a psycho killer would say, so that’s not convincing. And I’m not freaked out, I’m just shocked. You’re a hunter?”

“Uhh…. Yeah, have been my whole life. Considering your little inventory there, I’m guessing you are too.”

“Yeah since I was about 10. The name’s Y/N. And you are?” you said as you reached out your hand for him to shake.

“Dean. Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Wait, Dean, as in, Dean Winchester?”

“Uhhhh…. yeah. So, I’m guessing you have heard of me and my brother then?”

“Well, you don’t almost end and simultaneously save the world a few times without being known. Not to mention you have died like 100 times, so Winchester in the hunter world is like the Beatles in the classic rock world. Everybody knows about them. I just didn’t think you’d be so …… good looking. Most hunters I’ve come across are either nasty old geezers or trying too hard to flaunt what they don’t have.”

“One, sorry about the whole world thing. That was our bad. Two, thank you. You are not too bad yourself, sweetheart. I would even say you are gorgeous.”

Those words shocked you. You had been expecting sexy or hot, you know the words men use to objectify you, but gorgeous? That made you blush. Maybe Dean was different from the others. Maybe he was different from all the stories you had heard about him.

“Thanks. Is it me or is it starting to feel like a roaster oven in here?”

“Normally, I would spout some joke about having that effect on the ladies, but you’re right. I feel like a fucking baked potato in here,” he said as he shrugged off his flannel at the same time you shrugged off you leather jacket.

“Gotta say, love the digs. That’s a lot of leather though,” he chuckled as you both took a seat on the ground.

“Yeah, black is easier to keep clean and it’s easier to wash blood off leather than out of cloth.”

“That actually makes a lot of sense. I have a question for ya?”

“Shoot.”

“Why two flasks? I mean I get the one but two?”

“Well, this one,” you said picking up your skull flask that read ‘pick your poison’. “this one holds my whiskey that I need on occasion,” you said as you unscrewed the top and took a swig. “And this one,” you grabbed you batman flask. “This was my little brothers before a demon got him, so I use it to carry holy water cause you never know when it might come in handy.”

Dean gave you a sad smile knowing what it feels like losing a younger sibling, despite his always coming back to him. “Sorry, about your brother.”

“Yeah, me too. He was a good kid. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and a demon possessed him and a hunter killed him. It is what it is,” you said as you took another swig of whiskey and removed your boots and your shirt, leaving you in your leather pants and black lace bralette. Dean didn’t fail to notice this.

“Uhh … you mind if I take a swig of that?” he asked gesturing to your flask.

“Don’t mind at all. Looks like we are going to be here awhile. Stupid ghost and their supernatural powers to seal you in a fucking toaster oven,” you said or more liked screamed that last part as you handed Dean your flask and he took a swig.

“Uhhh…. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything but do you mind if I take my shirt off. I’m fucking dying in here,” Dean asked.

“It’s fine. Go ahead. I’m pretty much down to the bear minimum myself so yeah.” With that he took off his shirt and damn this man was fine. What was the word he used for you? Gorgeous. He was fucking gorgeous. “Shit,” you mumbled under breath. Unfortunately, he heard you.

“What? Is something wrong?” he asked.

“No, it’s just …. it’s just we’re gonna be trapped in here awhile…”

“Yeah….”

“We have nothing to do and we are basically half naked…”

“Yeah….”

“Really Winchester? Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“No, I just want to hear you say it.”

“Fine,” you said as you started crawling closer to the beautiful man in front of you. “Wanna have sex, screw, bone, fuck, however you what to say it?” you purr in his ear as you sit on his lap.

“You bet your fine ass I do,” he said as he grabbed the back of your head and smashed his lips into yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the hair at the nip of it. He deepened the kiss sliding his tongue to invade your mouth.

You felt his cock twitch under you so you gave your hips a little roll and got off his lap. You unbuckled his belt and went to remove his pants. As you went to wrap your lips around his glorious member, he stopped you.

“You can’t talk me out of this. Elevator sex has been something I’ve been dying to try and this is the perfect opportunity,” you said.

“Wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart, but you’ll have to leave the oral part to me because with you, this heat, and this whole situation, I’ll never last if you suck me off,” he declared as he grabbed you and laid you on your back. He went to remove your pants only to get frustrated at all the buttons making you chuckle.

“Need some help. I know they can be a little difficult.”

“No, I got it,” he said as he popped the last button and tore your pants off. He groaned at the sight of your black lace panties that matched your bralette all too well and started to kiss up your thigh as he rubbed your core through the lace.

The sensation of his lips on your hot skin and the fabric creating friction it was enough to make you moan and arch you back.

Dean smiled and kissed your core through the lace and you could feel him smile as the moan you released.

In another moment, he sat up and quickly slid your panties down and off your legs. He sank his face down to your cunt and wrapped his arms around your thighs and dug in. He licked a long strip through you folds causing you to arch your back. He licked through your folds a few more times before he took his tongue and stuck it in your hole.

The man was a god with his tongue. As he tongue fucked you, you ran your fingers through his hair causing him to emit a groan.

“Fuck, Dean. I’m close.”

Dean nodded and licked through your folds again and then his mouth came to your clit and started to suck on it. After a minute, he went back to using in tongue and had you teetering on the edge.

“I’m gonna cum. Shit, Dean, I’m gonna cum,” you said as you closed your eyes and tugged at his hair and arched your back.

“Go ahead, sweetheart, cum for me. I wanna taste you on my lips.”

With that you were pushed over the edge and you came on Dean’s face and he lapped up all the juices you had to offer. He groaned into your pussy with satisfaction as he came up to look at you with his lips and chin all glossy from your juices.

“Fuck sweetheart, you look beautiful when you cum,” he said making you blush.

He wiped the glossiness away with the back of his hand and started to climb up your body. He planted his lips to yours and you moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips. He slipped you out of your bralette and cupped your breast.

“Shit,” he said all the sudden.

“What?” you whimpered still coming down from your orgasm.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“Have you been tested? Any diseases I should be concerned about?”

“Uhhh Yes, I’ve been tested. I do so every few months and no. No diseases as of last month.”

“Okay, good. I’m on the pill so we are good. Fuck me already.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, but first I need you to put these on. Well on one wrist anyway,” he said as he picked up the handcuffs and handed them to you.

“Kinky. I like it,” you replied as you took the and cuffed one wrist and Dean took the other cuffing your hands behind your back.

At this point, you are both standing and he bends you over on the rail holding on to your cuffed hands as he inserts himself into you.

“Damn sweetheart, you’re so tight. I don’t know if I’ll be able to last,” he said as he started plowing himself into you.

“I’m not that tight, you’re just huge,” you replied through moans as Dean rocked your body in the right way.

However, this position was pulling you to the edge like you craved, like you needed.

“Fuck Dean, this position isn’t working for me. Lay on the ground,” you ordered and he happily obliged.

You placed your feet on either side of Dean’s legs as he helped you lower yourself onto his girth. He was so thick it felt amazing and you threw your head back in pleasure. You started to move yourself up and down on his cock and managed to hit spots that no one had ever hit before. Spots that sent you into a frenzy of pleasure you had never experienced before in your numerous sexual encounters.

“Fuuucccckkkkk, DDDDean,” you screamed grabbing your ass cheeks spreading them apart,

“Fuck sweetheart you look so good bouncing on my cock,” he said as he reached up cupping both your breasts.

“D-dean,” you said starting to feel the intense pleasure making you a little weaker. Dean noticed this and sat up and slipped his arms under yours to keep you close. He was more than willing to take over the thrusting but you kept going so he let you keep the control while he supported you.

“Dean, pl-please tell me you’re close. I’m about to come.”

“I’m right behind you sweetheart, you can let go. Go ahead and come,” he said as he took his finger and wiped away some of the hair sticking to your face.

With those words, your walls clenched around his length eliciting a groan to fall from his lips. He followed right behind you filling you with his seed. Your vision went black as you succumbed to the pure bliss that engulfed you. When your vision came back you felt Dean’s arms around you, supporting you and his green orbs looking into your e/c ones making sure you were ok.

When he noticed you were coming back to reality he reached behind you and uncuffed your wrists. You held onto his shoulders as he leaned the both of you back onto the ground. You laid your head on his chest and started tracing patterns with his finger on your back.

Dean Winchester was definitely different from all the other guys you had fucked in the past. In fact, he was different from how everybody said he was, even different from how he carried himself. With other guys, all they wanted was a good lay. They’d fuck you, use you, then throw you away. They’d cum in or on you and let you fall back as they left. Which you didn’t mind initially because that’s what you wanted, but the thing is. The bed gets cold when you’re always alone. You get lonely when they walk out the door.

Dean proved to be more than those assholes. He could get kinky and fuck you to next Sunday, but at the same time hold a gentleness towards you and almost take care of you in a way. He made sure you were comfortable, made sure you didn’t fall, held you till you were ready to come back down to Earth. Nobody had ever treated you with such kindness and you didn’t think you could go back. You didn’t want to.

Before you had a chance to say anything the elevator roared back to life and you both quickly scrambled up to get dressed before anyone could see you butt ass naked. You both were able to put your underwear and pants back on but were quickly running out of time. You quickly scrapped up Dean’s flannel and covered up in time as the doors opened. Dean was still in the middle of putting his shirt on.

On the other side of the door was a stunned looking Sam or so you guessed.

“Uh... Dean? Do I even want to know what went on in here?” Sam asked.

“We were trapped in there for three fucking hours, Sammy. We had to do something to pass the time and get our minds off the scouldering heat,” Dean said as he handed you your shirt and jacket.

“Wait where’s my bralette?” you asked.

Dean looked in the elevator and saw it hanging off the call button. He grabbed it, smirked, and handed it to you.

“Well, you must be Sam. I’m Y/n, also a hunter and I’d shake your hand, but I don’t think it’s appropriate to show you and the entire lobby my boobs so yeah. Thanks for getting us out of there,” you said.

“Uh you’re welcome and nice to meet you too,” Sam declared.

“So, Sammy to you get whatever it was that was haunting this place?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, ganked the ghost. That’s uh actually what trapped you in there,” Sam answered.

“That makes sense. We should head back Kanas to check on Cas,” Dean said.

“Wait, y’all live in Kansas?” you asked. They nodded. “No way, so do I. Where?”

“Lebanon,” Sam answered.

“No shit. I live or I guess squat like an hour away from there,” you retorted.

“You don’t have a place to live?” Dean asked.

“Not really. Not for the last year anyway,” you answered.

“Well then come stay with us. We could always use another hunter and I could use the extra cardio,” he said sending you a wink.

“Stop with the fake playboy act would ya. You don’t have to play that in front of me. I’d actually prefer you didn’t. Before you ask, with what just happened in there. I’ve never been treated so…. So gently or kind I guess is how I would put it. Don’t pretend to be one of those assholes when this is much more preferable,” you said. “And I’d love to come with you.”

Dean didn’t respond to your comment just nodded.

“Need a lift you’ll have the whole backseat to yourself,” Sam said.

“And leave my precious Princess behind? Hell, no. I’ll follow,” you said.

“You too? You named your car too? What is it with you people?” Sam asked.

“Let me guess that sweet as ’69 Camaro I saw parked out front is ‘Princess’?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You bet your ass and I restored her all myself so she definitely doesn’t get left behind,” you said with a smile.

“Next, your gonna say you love bacon cheeseburgers,” Sam said.

“Uhhh duh. Who doesn’t?” you answered.

“It’s like you were made for each other,” Sam said pointing to the two of you.

“Maybe…” Dean said.

“Well, we better get going,” you said as you gripped the overly large flannel and the rest of your things and ran to your car.

Little did you know that this was just the beginning. That Dean would turn out to be the love of your life. That he would be the one to break you away from your darkness and daddy issues that were all so different from his. This was the man you would love for the rest of your life. Little did you know that five short years later you would be married and expecting first child together. A daughter. A daughter you knew Dean would treat so much better than your father did you. A daughter that Dean would dote over and be the cutest sight in the world.

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