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Regina lets the wounds on her arm fester. She leaves them be, night after night, staring at them, dark eyes empty, breath easy, and she could be sleeping, if she weren’t in so much pain. But henry is gone, her baby, and the pain will never go away. Infection is no laughing matter, and when Roland witnesses her fall to her fever, it’s his father he runs too
And this. This story. The pain. The joy. Everything. 10000/10
A must read.
I will never ever stop thanking @gray-autumn-sky for writing Meant To Be Yours. Honestly she’s probably over my obsession with it but this will hands down be the best story I will ever read. It’s my comfort , feel good, rainy day story that just gets better every time I read it.
So please if you haven’t done so already go and read the magical world she has created between mother and son.
Trust me you’ll fall in love with it.
Still accurate.
2020 and I’m back reading it again 💕
Coming into a fandom late
Coming into a fandom early and watching it become an angry clusterfuck
Being in a dormant fandom that suddenly comes alive again after a new book/movie
Don’t forget about those who come in the midst of a fandom war.
Accuracy at its best
Being in a fandom and not even knowing there’s a war going on…
all of this shit…lol
When You’re Not In The Fandom But You’re Nosy AF
When you get into a fandom only to discover it’s dead
This gets better every time I see it.
@fuboos-mess
Being in a dead fandom…
Or being in such a tiny fandom that it feels like youre the only one
The accuracy hurts.
Being in a fandom that had a shit ending.
When you’ve been fangirling long enough, you’ve experienced all of the above.
Being in a fandom meant for kids.
This just gets better..
@mi-kleos
When you realize that joining the fandom has ruined you
Fandom hell in general
Yes.
This^^^ just… ALL OF THIS.
Being in so many fandoms that you don’t even know what’s going on
THIS IS THE SKULDUGGERY FUCKING PLEASANT FANDOM IN ONE POST!!
Trying to recruit people to your fandom
Annnnnnndddd it’s back
Being in a fandom which has so many antis
I’ve probably reblogged this before, but that was before these great additions.
Being in a fandom that actually works together
Why is this so true? All of it.
being in a fanbase but all your mutuals suddenly turn into Kpop blogs
I always enjoy it when a good post comes around again and has been improved by the reblogs like the years for a fine wine.
Being in a fandom when shit goes down and everyone has different opinions
When you are in a fandom and don’t care for others people opinion…..even if they are right…(believe me, I have met several of those)
Being in a fandom you never meant to join
I love this. and it’s gotten better
After abandoning a fandom you’re still a little bit emotionally invested in….
All of these are me. Lol
Being in a fandom on Tumblr
And it reached its epic conclusion
Cannot resist this at this point
It’s okay, it’s okay.
on september 11th 2001, two planes crashed into the world trade centre in new york city. It was a massacre. 3000 dead in a matter of 24 hours. the entire world was in shock of the atrocity, the brutal, diabolical murder of scores of innocents.
the american government reacted accordingly. a full investigation was launched to hold the culprits responsible – what nation could have sanctioned such a brutal attack on so many innocents? what kind of soulless country could, regardless of vendetta, allow such a heinous crime?
by 2002, the united states had their answer. the investigation was complete. A 600 page document known as the Congressional Report on 9/11 was released. approx 20 pages detailing the workings of the nation responsible were produced. The report was published.
Except the name of the country responsible for 9/11 was redacted in the report. blackened out with a sharpie. It would remain redacted for 14 years. The country in question? Saudi Arabia.
Instead of declaring to the world who was involved in orchestrating 9/11, the u.s. would hide this information for over a decade.
Instead, they would point fingers at Iraq, whilst knowing that iraq had nothing to do with the attack in the first place. They would orchestrate journalistic propaganda in the new york times about “weapons of mass destruction” – a narrative that had been proven false by their very own intelligence officers, a narrative that had been shot down by every journalist that had ever stepped foot in Niger (where the purported ingredients of mass destruction were coming from). Regardless, the New York Times would dutifully publish the perverted stories anyway. NYT editors would say “to not invade iraq is the bigger mistake”.
In 2003, the months of building up false stories in the media, propaganda in every mainstream newspaper, journal and t.v. show would pay off. The u.s. would invade iraq.
from 2003 - 2011 the country of iraq would be brutalized in ways never seen before by mankind. modern, 21st century warfare would decimate the very spirit of iraq. at least 460 000 innocent, iraqi civilians murdered in 8 years. entire generations were wiped out in less than a decade. we will never know their names.
waves of sexual violence committed upon “captured” cities ensued at the hands of american soldiers. many of the survivors, if not dead at the hands of their occupiers, would take their own lives. we will never know their names.
in 2011, the blood in iraq is finally dry. we’ve leeched all of it. we’ve procured the natural resources we came for – it’s time to head out. the so called WMD we came for were never found, they did not exist, they were never real to begin with. A far cry from how things got started, we start seeing articles about the falsehood of the iraq war. the same publishers who willingly handed out propaganda to the masses about WMD in Saddam’s hands are now saying “wait…we’ve made an error.” the narrative shifts. the occupation ends 3 years after a new commander in chief is granted the power to end it. in its wake we leave behind military bases and mercenaries that are ready to activate whenever called upon.
That same year, the u.s. supports various popular movements across the arab world. tens of regimes are flipped.
and in that same year, using the same weapons left behind by valiant american rapists and invaders, an army of another kind of mercenaries is born. they call themselves ISIL, then ISIS.
ISIS vows to cleanse the muslim world of shia muslims, minority sect muslims, christians, yezidis, Jewish people. ISIS also vows they are enemies of the u.s. America vows vice versa. Their feud is a celebrated one. ISIS, the evil nemesis of the Brave & Courageous America.
But then, 2012 happens. America, losing their influence and control over the levant, start funding ISIS factions. America starts funding Al-Qaeda factions.
The same NYT that once convinced us that Iraq had WMD is now INSISTING that these al-qaeda factions, that themselves claim to be brothers of al-qaeda, are moderate rebels simply looking for democracy and liberation. people believe it.
America’s proxies in the levant go on to destroy the region in unimaginable ways–and then, 2018 happens.
Iraqis & Iranians destroy ISIS. Indisputably, action from both nations led to the destruction of ISIS, now a paid member of the U.S. military. America, once using ISIS and AQ factions to regain control over the levant struggles to position themselves as the heroes – attempting pathetically to play both sides of the same coin. Again, the same way outlets like NYT backtracked their Iraq war propaganda, they start apologizing for identical mistakes in naming actual american funded terrorists as “freedom fighters.” another cycle ends.
ISIS is gone, but the real loss is America’s. They’ve lost the barbaric feudalistic control they once held in the region via ISIS and Al-Qaeda. Their terrorist assets have been reduced to ashes by a people they once themselves invaded from 2003 - 2011.
This brings us to today. The united states has assassinated Qassem Soleimani, Iran’s second in command. this is akin to another nation murdering the likes of mike pence, joe biden or dick cheney. it is an act of war. 4000 troops have been deployed to the Iraq-Iran region. It is an invasion.
And just as in 2003 the NYT & MSM justified the faulty invasion of iraq, and just as in 2012 the NYT & MSM justified the funding of ISIS & AQ factions, in 2020, a new propaganda will circulate to justify the illegal assassination of sovereign leaders.
New propaganda will circulate to justify a new era of bloodshed in Iraq & Iran and the rape and murder of innocents. New propaganda will vilify young, brown children as terrorists. New propaganda will circulate to return us to the year 2003.
There is nothing I can do within my capacity to help anyone. I am completely useless in saving any of the lives that will be taken in the next several years.
All I can do is ask that when you see a piece of information that attempts to justify the actions of the u.s. on foreign soil, in any foreign nation, that you reduce it to ashes. They lied to you in 2003, they did it again in 2011, they are doing it again in 2020.
Reject the lie. It’s all we can do.
reblogging but i will say that i have not done the research to fact-check this bc no sources were added,,, i would advise anyone seeing this to research this history before believing it with the same hesitation as you approach the propaganda the government sells,,, lies cannot be battled with more lies
i would encourage the same. i wrote this off the top of my head and know i’ve probably made some errors in timeline.
more importantly though, research this because you will be shocked to see how openly these things happened & have been admitted by the American government themselves several times over.
You can start here: Leaked Hilary Clinton Emails Prove ISIS was supported by U.S. Allies
& Wikipedia: 28 declassified pages of the 2002 report
& No WMD in Iraq
“Shh, it’s alright,” the villain said. “You’re doing beautifully and I’m so proud of you. But that’s enough now. It was cruel of them to make you fight me - you could never have won. It’s not your fault.”
The ancient and powerful villain may have had a calm and gentle face as he spoke, but he was furious, not at the hero, but the gods for continually sending kids and teenagers to fight their battles.
“We keep summoning and sending heroes but the villain just keeps adopting them, sir.”
I really like this concept.
You don’t give up on the people you love.
[Text of Tweet: George Takei: If you are turned away at the polls because your name is not on the register, don’t walk away. Say this: I REQUEST A PROVISIONAL BALLOT AS REQUIRED BY LAW.
Don’t let them steal your vote]
Additional info:
“Provisional Ballot Laws are laws that require a provisional ballot upon verficiation of the idenity of the voter if a voter fails to present proper identification at the polls or when registering before voter registration deadlines.”
More here on national provisional ballot laws
Reading amazing fanfiction, then forgetting to bookmark it
enter this into the Google search
site:<url of site where you read the fic> <a line you remember from the fic or character names plus a unique detail>
for example:
site:http://archiveofourown.org/ Todd Margo pedicure
Google will search only AO3 and tell you which pages contain the words Todd Margo and pedicure.
REBLOG TO SAVE A LIFE
REBLOG TO SAVE MY LIFE
so let me get this straight:
y’all bleed outta your vaginas
once a month, your panties look like a fucking murder scene
you are basically giVING BIRTH TO THE FUCKING LINING OF ONE OF YOUR INTERNAL ORGANS
and yet you just go about your daily business like
people with vaginas are fucking badass.
people with vaginas what are they called again?
They’re called people with vaginas because not everyone with a vagina is a woman.
whoop there it is
jesus fuck
Reblogging ‘cause this is true af and also, the use of the Monty Python gif here is 👌
Always reblog
all y’all had to do was vote for hillary clinton
I’m reblogging this every single time it pops up.
Is she perfect? Nope. But she’s also not a woefully ignorant man-child endorsed by neo-nazis and the KKK hell-bent on bringing us to the brink of nuclear war
I want to watch the show so bad, but it’s only 1s and I’ve heard they leave you hanging on a fucking cliff with the last episode. xd
snow’s having none of your body swap bullshit today or any day.
Always ask yourself: “What would Fred and George do?”
Angst then make up prompt ? “I can’t loose you Regina.”
A continuation of the post yesterday in which Regina was attacked.
TW: mentions of attack, hospitals
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They’re no closer to discovering the identity - or identities - of her attacker, Emma has told him but he knows she’s working tirelessly to do just that. It’s shaken the town, the brutality of such a thing but it seems no one knows the truth or are simply very good liars.
Storybrooke is on lockdown. Curfews set in place to keep townsfolk safe from further attacks - they don’t believe anyone else is at risk but still - and from ruining any possible evidence left behind.
He’s walked past the alleyway since that night, unable to keep from glancing down the side of Any Given Sundae and seeing her crumpled form there. There are still dark stains on the ground, police tape blocking entry but he can’t get her out of his mind.
“You probably scared them off,” Emma had explained, both of them standing outside of Regina’s hospital room and gazing at her still form. She’d looked worse without the blood staining her skin, so very small and broken in the bed. “It may not be much consolation but it looks like they just wanted to kill her and not…”
She hadn’t finished the thought, thank god.
It’d been the first thing he’d wanted to know after finding out that she was going to recover.
He wants to kill the bastards for doing this to her.
Telling Henry had been hard, Emma had told him. He’d demanded to see her straight away, had cried and cried and cried himself to sleep that night but he understands - despite his desperation - that his mother needs to rest and get stronger. Seeing her like she is at the moment will only worry him more.
Roland is staying with John, on his own little adventure with his uncle whilst papa works to fight the bad guys. He asks about seeing his Majesty - he always has since the curse broke - but he doesn’t know of her condition and that’s the way Robin wants it to stay.
He moves through the hospital foyer, eyes moving from one person to another as he goes. He trusts no one, has insisted on an around the clock guard if he himself isn’t allowed to remain there - “You’re no good to her exhausted,” Emma had warned - so he, Emma and David are rotating at the moment. Everyone is exhausted but it’s important they remain vigilant this early on.
The corridor outside of her room is silent and empty save for a weary looking David who’s rubbing his eyes as he sits beside the door to her room.
“Anything to report?”
He looks up to Robin, shaking his head as he moves to stand with a tired grunt and rubs at the base of his back. “She’s much the same as yesterday, still unconscious but the nurse believes she’ll wake soon. They’re not sure if she’ll be able to remember much, it could take time or there could be nothing at all. We just have to wait and see.”
Robin nods, looking past David and into the room before he tells him, “You get yourself home, I’ll take it from here.”
He doesn’t put up much of a fight, just says his goodbyes through a yawn and leaves Robin with a pat on his shoulder.
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Her hand is small in his own. Small, covered in bloodied scrapes but it’s warm and for that he’s endlessly thankful.
What she’d said before she’d fallen unconscious, about loving him…it had absolutely floored him.
He knew the way he felt for her - had long since accepted the fact that he was madly in love with the Evil Queen of all people even after the curse had broken - but she’d never made such a claim before.
He misses the days things had been so easy for them. Waking up beneath soft, warm sheets with her in his arms. Nosing through her dark sleep-mussed locks to press tender kisses to the back of her neck.
She was so different to the person he’d believed her to be - both as Mayor and former Queen. She’d been surprisingly soft and endlessly affectionate behind closed doors. She was funny, sharp-witted and so very quick. Had him clutching his sides laughing sometimes. And he’d never seen anything as beautiful as Regina in the presence of children.
He’d heard tell of her apparent control issues with Henry but he knew now how desperate she was to love her boy and have him love her in return. Roland had been enchanted by her instantly, just as Robin had been.
She was his dearest friend.
He strokes his thumb over the bruised skin of her hand before bringing it up to his lips and pressing a kiss there. He isn’t sure how long he remains with it pressed to his lips before he feels her fingers move slightly and opens his eyes.
Her brow is furrowed, lips parted as she breathes in jagged breaths, unable to fully fill her lungs with her bruised ribs - not that she knows it yet - and he’s willing her to open her eyes and prove to him that she’s going to be okay. He won’t push her though, despite his desperation. He won’t push her.
She grunts softly - whines more like - as she shifts a little before wincing and she’s definitely awake, he thinks, so he shuffles forward slightly on his chair and whispers, “Don’t move too much, you’re safe. You’re okay.”
Her eyelashes flutter and he wonders if she’s even able to open her swollen eyes. “R-Robin?” Her voice is gruff but clear now as she turns her face towards him.
“I’m here, sweetheart,” he encases her hand within both of his and shuffles even closer to her bed on the chair. “Can you open your eyes?”
Her lashes flutter once more, that crease still in her brow. It takes her a few seconds but slowly, those dark eyes start to open and he feels like he can finally breathe again.
He chuckles softly, trying to fight back tears as he leans forward enough to gently brush his fingers through her hair, smiling down at her with watery eyes and a heart bursting with happiness now that she’s finally awake.
She moves to talk again but winces and he realises that she must be desperate for a drink. He tells her as much as he rises to reach for the cup at her bedside. It’s fresh, out there by David no doubt and he’s glad that he doesn’t have to leave her side to go in search of a drink.
“Here we are,” he tells her, slipping a hand beneath her neck just enough to aid her in sitting up enough to take a tentative gulp. It’s all she can manage at the moment but it seems to help.
“What happened?”
His smile falters slightly. “You don’t remember?”
She shakes her head as gently as she can manage, fingers curling around his hand when he reaches for her again and her bottom lip quivering.
“It’s okay, Regina,” he tells her, feeling his throat tighten with emotion. “We’re going to find out and when we do, whoever is responsible will be punished but for now you just need to rest and get better.”
She tugs in his hand as a tear falls from her eyes, asking him closer and reaching for him as best she can to pull him into a hug as she buries her face into his neck and cries, “I’m scared.”
His own tears fall as he holds her as carefully as he can and promises, “I won’t let anything happen to you. I can’t lose you, Regina.”
And it’s a vow he intends to keep.
She’s done it again