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#them. to celebrate freedom
valarinde · 1 year
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— in my dreams I am kissing your mouth.
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patrocles · 1 year
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LORDS OF WINTERFELL + THEIR BASTARD SIBING - Torrhen Stark & Brandon Snow
To say that Torrhen Stark's decision to bend the knee to Aegon I was an unpopular one was an understatment. The king had ruled for nearly twenty years by that point and had maintained a rare tenure of peace and agricultural prosperity before the arrival of the Targaryen invaders. But while the decision to give up his crown may have saved the lives of the people of the North, it cost him the respect of his sons, his lords, and his brother, Brandon Snow.
Brandon was nearly a decade younger than the king, only just older than Torrhen's sons. The two had been close all their lives, as Brandon was raised within the royal Stark family amicably. He was trained as a warrior, one of the finest archers of the land. And he was bold, too. But like the rest of the North, Brandon held on to his grudges. It would be many months before Brandon spoke to Torrhen again after bending the knee to Aegon, and many more years before he considered forgiving his elder brother.
Torrhen prevented Brandon from trying to kill the dragons of Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya. Before departing Winterfell, Brandon carved three arrows. He prayed over them, willed the power of the Old Gods to guide them true and slay the beasts. But Torrhen forbade him from using them. They argued and raged at each other before finally Brandon agreed to treat with Aegon, but left his bow behind. By the next morning, Torrhen handed his crown to the conqueror and Brandon spat at his feet.
It was not that Torrhen did not believe his brother could accomplish his mission, and for many years after it haunted him that perhaps he should have let the boy try. But he knew that Brandon would die a martyr in the attempt. Perhaps it as his selfishness to not see his brother, and eventually his sons to die pointless deaths. In the attempt to find a peace, he lost his brother's respect, and his sons struggled to even look at him. Brandon lived in his rage; anger at Torrhen's cowardice, anger at himself for listening to him. But Brandon could not fathom a king's responsability to his country, and did not bear the weight of it. Perhaps Torrhen was preventing his brother from an inevitable failure that which he would be blamed for. The bastard that could not kill a dragon. He gladly kept Brandon's resentment for the rest of his life, if meant saving him that.
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hadesoftheladies · 18 days
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hate going for christian weddings sometimes because i always see the prettiest women with the ugliest men, the sermon is always some shit about wives being slaves (but not like bad slavery, mutual slavery except the husband is a benevolent master which makes it okay) and making babies for their husband, the music is always lame, the mc is always weird and obnoxious, and older women keep fucking asking me when it's gonna be my turn and never take no for an answer.
#mine#personal#brief storytime in the tags#one of my family friends got married and i was happy she was happy#her parents are like an aunt and uncle to me#i was happy to share that moment with them#we cried and laughed together#and my friends#their other daughters were on the line and looked gorgeous#it was just beautiful watching us all grow up in a way and move on to “the next” together#BUT#im a pastor's kid#and my dad loves weddings#he drinks them in whenever he can now especially because they make him happy and he's had to attend a lot more funerals this year#he's been burdened a lot by how many people he's had to bury and how many hospital visits he's had to do#so i was happy to see him happy too#it just all felt so bittersweet to me#because i know how badly my parents want this for me and for themselves#there was a daddy-daughters dance at some point and i could feel my dad beaming beside me watching that#and i was a little sad about it because i was like im never gonna give you that#this could be the best thing i could ever give you and i will never give you this#i can never kneel at an altar in front of a pastor and swallow that sermon#i would never marry a man in my generation#if i married a woman you and almost the entire tent filled with people that watched me grow up would not attend#my happiest day would be another funeral for you#it was worse because im kind of a small celebrity in this community because of my parents and their siblings who are politicians#so people i barely knew kept coming up and asking me when it would be my turn and how they so looked forward to the day#and i was like i love that we're a community here and i missed the pestering of aunts since i left church#but at the same time i was glad to remember why i left#there is no freedom to be myself at all with them because all they do is project their beliefs and ideas on me because that's what children
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witchy-stars · 6 months
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I'm scared
There was a rocket that exploded above Dalyat El Carmel
They never got this close to here
It's not even a jewish village, it's mostly druze people there
It's getting closer every time
And i'm scared
It's 15 minutes from here
I heard the boom from where i live
The house shook
Israelis don't deserve to die.
Palestenians don't deserve to die.
No one does.
I just want everything to go back to normal
Please
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arsonist-chicken · 6 months
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hopefully my last flatmate rant but hello this is not a drill, I got a spot in a student dormitory!! I'll know tomorrow when exactly I can move in but it will probably be very soon, and as soon as I know, I'm letting my landlord know I'm leaving and why exactly and be petty as hell on my way out and enjoy my new freedom 🥳🥳🥳
#it's a dorm by the airport so let's see if the windows there rattle like the ones in my old dorm did lol#it's a single bedroom with a shared bathroom and floor-wide shared kitchens which is not the room I was hoping for but#it's cheaper than my room now and maybe I can move to one with a kitchenette in march and until then it's fine#i've spent five years in a dormitory with shared kitchens; it's fine#let's see if 'the stench' miraculously disappears when I tell those [redacted] I'm leaving and they'll coincidentally have someone#they want to move in here. i kinda hope so just because it would mean less effort to find a new tenant for me#and my friend suggested letters to the neighbors saying goodbye and telling them who's been putting wine bottles in the plastic trash#and slamming doors at 2am#which i probably will. yeah. those two have made my life really unpleasant in just six weeks to the point I'm moving out#of an apartment I really like that's conveniently located and has a balcony. I'm gonna be petty when I leave.#mine#anywayyyyyyyyyyyyy you're all invited to my new dorm room to celebrate my new freedom#bring your own bed or sleeping bag as I am now back to a single instead of double bed; also maybe all just sit on the floor#we can stack up on the bed like pancakes I guess#hehehehe off I go hopefully very very soon to people who don't mock me daily and make me want to not go home#I technically really don't have time to move right now but oh well I'll make time#jess' flatmate rants#there'll be another one I'm sure but I can deal with anything now knowing I get to leave soon
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astronocria · 2 years
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#badbuddyweek day 5: favorite dynamic
you might think one man can’t change the world. but i want you to know that this world can’t change someone like me either.
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lhrry · 2 years
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#I don’t think they’re gearing up to end it rn#I know what they’re doing is purposeful like glaringly and ridiculously so because so many celebrities would shield their kids rather than#do this unprompted#and I think there’s a reason for this but I don’t think it’s ending now (although maybe they do want it to be as public as possible idk)#but I do think it’s possible louis is stunting so hard in exchange for artistic freedom and creative control and that album is probably#going to be queer as fuck#judging by some of the lyrics we are sure of and his resistance to ascribing meaning to them and the way he’s been talking about#the album being most him and even btm being seen by the label as potentially too alternative#I really hope he’s as happy and confident in the artistic aspect of his career and the album is what he wanted to do (and I really think it#is) and I really think that that’s where he’s going to be expressing himself most and I’m really so certain it’s going to scream queer#like even the btm cover green eye george michael reference is truly… something and the layers to btm and its meaning and the way he’s#talked about the song like#he saw how queer his audience is and he saw we understand the meanings of those songs and love them and he knows that we’re going to see#that in lt2 again and that we see him and I hope the album is everything he wished for#I think he’s paying a high price for it and it’s just not totally infeasible good think that if harry paid a high fucking price to be able#to do my policeman#louis is paying a high price to be able to have more artistic freedom#anyway some food for thought#I would LOVE for this to be explainable as an ending but eh not holding my breath
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geronimomo-spd · 2 months
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losing it a little from The Battle of Giant's Causeway implications. fucking fascinating to me to put C'rizz to be around a life out of death cult!! because he is killing things for preserving them kind of cult!!!
the complete opposite!!
the image of C'rizz, being the first born, reincarnated, while he deals in killing for good, the first of who they think is the hope from coming back from the dead to be the one who kills for their own good... what a feeling for crizz, to be renowned as the first living dead while he himself couses it.
is he deserving of it? to be renowned of the opposite to the one thing he is the most ashamed of he was or still is?
"you can't bring people back from the dead" says C'rizz, while trying to prosses all of this in his head. and i lose it inside a little
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candyradium · 2 years
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bitches be infodumping to their parents about a fanfiction they really love and also about The Entity (hermitcraft). its me im bitches
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akajustmerry · 2 months
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people treat bisan, motaz and plestia like they're influencers instead of, you know, people who have endured/are enduring war crimes beyond imagining and ethnic cleansing. what I mean is, they never asked to be spokesperson for their people's humanity, or planned to be so visible. they're just people, ordinary people who can never go home, who are surviving colonial violence. what they're doing and what they have done defies any term of admiration or respect I could apply. But I wish that people would stop thinking of these individual Palestinians trying to survive in war zones like celebrities or politicians with actual power because it's just another form of dehumanisation. Ask yourself, what will you do if something happens to Bisan? If she is killed or goes dark or inshallah she escapes? Everyday I see posts like, "if Bisan dies, I'll riot!" riot NOW. speak up, now! Palestinians and Lebanese and Syrian people who aren't going viral on social media are being murdered by the occupation in the 100s everyday. I am begging people to stop hingeing their faith in the free Palestine movement and the movement to end the Zionist occupation on individuals. I love Bisan and Motaz and Plestia with all my heart and pray for them every day, but I'm begging people not to reframe Palestinian liberation through individualism. Support BDS, donate to UNRWA or the Red Crescent Society, listen to Palestinians across Palestine and the diaspora. Your belief in the freedom of Indigenous peoples has to transcend the ones most visible and palatable to you.
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fluidstatick · 5 months
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When I was little, my dad hired a Cambodian refugee called Jack to help him drywall a dining room ceiling. Jack spoke very little English; he'd recently gotten a part time job in a little Asian deli not far from our home and needed to pick up some extra work. He was very kind to six year old me and my exhausted mom; he brought us day old leftovers from the deli counter often, and liked to tuck the knuckle of his index finger into the dimple in my cheek whenever I smiled at him.
He soaked up construction skills and other information like a sponge, and by the time he left my dad's tiny construction company he'd gotten his GED, learned to drive, reunited with his sister and her family, and had begun remodeling a vacant business on the rich side of town into a Cambodian restaurant. He invited us to their grand opening on lunar new year, and I'll never forget when he gave me a red envelope with five dollars in it and told me, "tonight I am the luckiest man in the world, so this will bring you luck, too."
Years later, my dad told me that Jack had witnessed his parents' murder during the khmer rouge, and was immediately separated from his sister. He had to cross the killing fields at Choeung Ek alone, on foot, eating grass and insects to survive. He somehow made it to Cam Ranh on the coast of Vietnam, where a distant friend of his father's put him on a boat to Seattle. Jack was nine years old.
I tell this story because, even though I haven't seen Jack or any of his relatives in thirty years, I pray he's well and happy and eating like a king tonight with everyone he loves, celebrating the long overdue demise of the pestilential sonofabitch who tried to wipe them out.
Fuck Henry Kissinger's pathetic ghost, and fuck all those who praise him. Fuck Imperialism. Fuck the genocidal war machine. Drink deep for the freedom of all souls tonight, my friends. And tomorrow, keep fighting.
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blvckisking · 2 months
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Credit cards and afterpays all paid off, and I started rebuilding the savings.
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russianprotesters · 6 months
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Lights in the darkness always matter. Even if they are very small and faint. Without lights, we could not see at all; there would be no visual representation of truth, freedom, hope.
Showing that these lights exist is always worthwhile. Revealing the good is a positive action. It shows the darkness is not ubiquitous. It can inspire more lights to emerge until the darkness begins to retreat.
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gorillawithautism · 1 month
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i don't really know how to even articulate how painful it is to look at photos like these
(settlers celebrating purim in occupied west bank with police and soldiers. several of them dressed as a man who killed 29 palestinians three decades ago. they idolize this figure as a hero of their genocidal movement)
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for anyone unaware, purim is a jewish holiday commemorating a time when we escaped imminent genocide by fighting back against our oppressors. violent resistance was involved. violent resistance was successful. purim is a holiday that celebrates freedom, resistance, and liberation.
tradition around purim often involves dressing up in costume. when i was little, the girls all wanted to be esther. the boys would be mordechai. purim is fun. fond memories of babies in little animal onesies. of making and eating hamentaschen. of booing hamans name and laughing together.
when i see these genocidal zionists dressing up and drinking and having fun like this it reminds me of the ways i've celebrated purim in the past. and it makes me so extremely angry. what right do you have to celebrate jewish resistance and liberation? what right do you have to parade your weapons around and walk on stolen palestinian land and celebrate?
zionists fancy themselves esther but they are no less than haman himself. groggers should be used to curse their names.
while gazan hospitals are being bombed and raided they celebrate with my customs and my holidays. and it makes me so angry
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wabblebees · 10 months
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#god i hate it here#as an american dumbfuck i wanna strangle all these dumbfucks (my neighbors) for the yearly fireworks bullshit they pull#like. i actually LIKE fireworks. and i dont mind the noise! HOWEVER#i know people do. and i certainly wouldnt want to potentially trigger/hurt anyone by setting them off in a crowded residential area#and i knowww its fully fucking illegal for my neighbors to posess/use/sell/buy fireworks in our state. and ofc ik that legal=/=moral!! BUT#these motherfuckers should absolutely NOT be setting off fireworks rn oh my god.#with all these damn wildfires?? yr rly out here setting off fireworks when just this last week we had an air quality warning??#if u want more of those: please ! by all means keep doing what yr doing !#its only MY sorry ass working outside doing manual labour most of the time. so dont worry#ik you wanted to get rid of my gayass one way or another !#happy fucken fourth ! ig we might as well go on & celebrate the freedoms our country's blessed us with while we've still got any at all !#apologies for the pessimism; im just. grrrugh. like i said#i hate it here#my extended family (all mor//mon) is real big on patriotism bc the cult ((as i experienced it)) was too#so theres. like. even more layers than ill get into to how much im hating this rn lmao#🎶fuck america🎶#but. anyway#i hope yall are doing well (near or far<3 american or no ofc)#and if yr not an enjoyer of fireworks but youve been subjected to them today anyway -- im thinkin of you#ily & i hope youre able to get some peace+quiet+calm soon too<3<3#bee speaks
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sayaratyriea · 10 months
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rage against america is so real and so legit and BOY do i feel it too. but also no power on earth will make me stop celebrating Explode Things Day because exploding things is a form of catharsis that i value deeply and lighting shit on fire is a fundamental human joy
and sometimes the thing you explode is decorated with some annoying patriotic rah rah USA bullshit, which means it’s actually REALLY satisfying to light that shit on fire y’all
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