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Monday, November 21 -- Back to the Future Thread: Write either a flashback or a flashforward thread with another mun! (This could be an existing connection or a connection that could possibly happen 10 years in the future! Should be 10+/- years in the past/future.)
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Gregory was back in Swynlake.
It had been a while, hadn’t it? Gregory couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about that small fact. It had been over seven years since he’d managed to get back home to the place he’d grown up, but.. Gregory knew that once he left, he’d be hard pressed to want to come back. He supposed no one could blame him, after all he’d been through - but Gregory had to imagine that Swynlake had hospitalized him enough, right?
So when he’d been accepted in the paid-internship position as the Magical Creature Caretaker apprentice at the Australian Zoo? Gregory hadn’t even hesitated a second before confirming his position. From there... everything had seemed to happen so fast. He’d been prepared for this - his shop left in incredibly trustworthy hands, his animals processed and screened for the trip with him. He’d packed, prepped, and said his heartfelt goodbyes to everything he knew so that he could jet off to start his new journey.
It was only meant to be for six months. However...the paid internship quickly turned into another. ....And another. At first he’d even come home a few times, coming back to spend holidays with his family. To see his friends. To check in on the usual Swynlake nonsense. ...Until one day, the Zoo made him an offer he couldn’t refuse - a full time position as the head of their animal curator and care team. A position he happy announced the last time he’d come home - right before he’d gotten caught right in the middle of another brutal Swynlake disaster.
It had put everything on hold. Having to defer his acceptance into the position while he recovered and recouped before he could even manage to get back to Australia. When he did he was fortunate enough to find that they’d held onto the offer for him. Allowing him to step into the role he’d always dreamed of, and... all too easily Gregory hadn’t looked back. Days turned into months, and months turned into years, and Greg had not once gone back to Swynlake. Instead, people came to him. His parents. A few friends. It was... better that way. Gregory was much happier. Healthier. Safer.
But... he had to come home eventually... right? As much as he wanted to, Gregory couldn’t just run from Swynlake for the rest of his life. And so... Seven years later - here Gregory was again, smelling that crisp Swynlake Autumn air as he left his parents house and made a journey he used to take almost every day so many years prior.
In a way - stepping back onto Moon Farm was like stepping back home. Memories existed in every direction in which Gregory looked, from the chicken coop that Tae had built all those years ago, to the goat pen he’d spent so many of his mornings in. The fence Jun and himself had rebuilt, the open fields in which he’d go to clear his mind. The exact place in which he’d stood when he told Jun he was moving. If he listened hard enough, he swore he could still hear the man’s proud words in the rustling of the wind-blown leaves.
As Gregory pushed himself onto the porch, his knuckles knocked against the hard wood just once before he paused, knocking again in a similar pattern he had adopted long ago when he’d lost his ability to speak. His own little ‘code’ he’d had to signify it was him. His chest tightened then, as the door began to open - only really finally getting hit with the realization of how long it’d been since he’d seen his friend. How they’d gone from seeing each other most of the week to Gregory having not seen his mentor in person in years. The reality of how much he’d missed him.
His lips turned up in an all too genuine smile as he stood in front of his hyung again, blinking against the slight burn in his eyes as he greeted him softly. “...Hi, Mr. Moon.”
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It's been six months.
The streets are covered in yellow ribbon. In every corner you can see a poster. A face.
Bring them home, they scream. Get our loved ones home.
Their calls go up to the sky, their cries echoing on empty streets. Wishing that someone, maybe, will hear it. That someone will be able to help.
They do the best they can, but it's not enough. Never enough.
Their prayers go unanswered.
There's not a single person in Israel who doesn't know someone that was kidnapped - or died - at least on some level.
Around two years ago, a kid graduated my highschool and joined the army. Six months ago he was kidnapped to Gaza.
I didn't know him then. I do now.
He's been there for six months. They've all been there for six bloody months. Six months, in which we don't even know if they are still alive. Six months, in which we don't know if they get food, water, medicine.
THERE ARE STILL 132 HOSTAGES IN GAZA.
We will not stop until they are all out.
Bring them home. Now.
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Misidentifying us Israeli Jews as "Arab Jews" is an ongoing imperial & colonial means to erase the cultural identity & historical heritage of the last surviving Middle Eastern community of Jews.
Jews were the pillars of societies across the Middle-East way before Arab/Muslim imperialism had its fabulously bloody run. About 99% of their daily cultural life is based on appropriating our Jewish historical legacy, heritage, and culture.
But we're not your fucking dhimmis anymore. Neither is our legacy, heritage, and generations of ancestors oppressed by Islamic colonization. They deserve acknowledgment and respect. ALL of the indigenous people who were eradicated by Arab imperialism across the Middle East deserve acknowledge and respect.
So, "Arab Jews," you say..? I'll give you this much: It's not us for people to label as "Arab-Jews." But, if anything, it's for them to be labeled as "Jewish-Arabs."
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