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[jellysshitpoems]

No Title - Poem by me (jellysshitpoems)

[trainwrecksys]

The absolute terror of the situation right now is unavoidable. Even if you don’t want to think about it, surely your mind can’t not be consumed every now and then by the thought that we are witnessing exactly how the holocaust was allowed to happen in front of our eyes and the overwhelming majority don’t realise.

Many people who hated jewish people for many reasons they’d been conditioned to believe turned a blind eye to their genocide by the nazis because they were taught to think they were not human, and those who thought it was “complicated” or taboo turned a blind eye and remained ignorant. We are experiencing the exact same thing with Palestinians. Israel has told us they’re all human shields or evil Hamas members and the overwhelming majority is believing it! Stepping back from it, you realise how ludicrous that is! So many people who I thought were sensible and non gullible are falling for it, like my uncle who is so obsessed with doing the right thing, yet obliviously consumes their propaganda and spreads it around, even as Israeli officials BLATANTLY say what they mean to do to our faces, just as Hitler did.

Thinking back, it was so easy to realise that the millions of Jewish men, women and *children* they targeted were just innocent people who were being demonised and killed en masse for being who they were- having certain facial features, coming from certain places, subscribing to a certain religion. But now, I see post after post and comment after comment from people I thought were like me who think Israel are in the right. It feels suffocating, confusing and terrifying seeing their gullibility and malleability, when for me it was so easy to realise what was happening.

At the core of it, it’s convenience that manipulates the masses. It’s the convenience of consuming from brands that need to be boycotted (eg McDonald’s, Starbucks, Disney, which offer fast food, fast easy coffee and movies at the touch of your finger) and the convenience of consuming the propaganda that is so hard to avoid and question for a lot of people. The ease of not talking about it, vs the comparative difficulty of speaking up, using your voice. Shouting is harder than not speaking at all, after all.

What many people, even supporters of Palestine, need to realise (and myself- I’m still a human in capitalist society too) is that to overcome oppression and capitalist hell, and the horrific society we are snowballing ourselves further and further into, we must sacrifice convenience. Over history, we’ve made things easier and easier for us to do- robots, cars, social media, google- these all help us. But that comes with the hefty price, unfortunately, of the world we’ve made.

This isn’t everything I want to say and it couldn’t really be articulated in the right way, but . I just needed to write shit down

[ladyeowyn]

...whether it be thunderstorm, hurricane, or some storm on which we have not yet laid eyes, one truth remains—challenge a tempest, survive it, and you become its master...

[a-carnie-and-a-cop]

FUCK YOU MAN I JUST FOUND THE CUTEST PICTURES OF ALISON AND MARC

FAACKK OFFF MAANNN

[twinheroes]

the power i have now since i have the banana fish creditless ops and eds

[summoner-starlight]

Part 2: Change

Bast took her father’s artifacts and hid them away where the rebellion could not touch them. She never doubted she was doing the right thing, but still she hurt. She found comfort in dear friends, in love, and in duty. She pushed the rebellion along like only a Sidereal could; with too much knowledge and heavenly connection.

The souls of the Chosen were sealed away in a great Jade Prison and sunk to the bottom of the sea. The Dragonblood would rule under the watchful, yet forgotten, eye of the Sidereals in Heaven. The survivors of the culling escaped out into the Wyld or into the dark forgotten places of Creation. It felt like the end, but it was only a sorrowful beginning.

Bast watched Creation change. She watched the Great Contagion wipe out the population. She watched the Wyld steal away towns and cities and miles of land. They all did their best to fight back against it; every creature of Creation.

She watched the rise of the woman who would become the Scarlet Empress; she who could use power long lost to fight back the sickness and the Wyld. Creation would never be the same as it was, but it would survive.

Time passed and as the Dragonbloods, led by the Empress and her family, gained control over Creation, Bast began to see the same seeds of wickedness that had led the Solars and her Father into darkness. Beside those seeds, Malfeas and the Underworld began to grow restless.

And then the Jade Prison broke open.

Bast fought with her friends over what the right thing was. She split with her wife and left Heaven. She thought things could change.

Bast traveled to the North, and met the man would would be King of Whitewall. She would not call it love, but they felt a connection. She kept him in check, and they watched his Kingdom flourish.

She became pregnant with his child. She changed her name to Annah and her face to that of a gentle northern woman. She took a room in his palace for her home, and a title of housemaid. And when her son was born, she would name him: Sherwood Forrest.

[nururu]

I've never really listened to twenty one pilots so I'm gonna listen to their discography while i reread/catch up with mob psycho 100

[lonelyare-thebrave-blog]

Character Profile

Team: Builder's League United

Class: Soldier

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Height: 5' 11'' Weight: 174 lbs Hair color: dark, sandy blonde, cropped military short

Eye color: brown Tattoos: none Piercings: none Scars/distinguishing marks:  small scars peppering his face, little nicks from a time he threw back a grenade.

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Smoker?:  yes, cigars Drinker?:  yes Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: 

Any medication regularly taken:  none, though for all intents and purposes, he should be. 

He has spent the majority of his life being shuffled from battlefield to battlefield. His first war was in the Pacific Theatre. Enlisted immediately after Pearl Harbor.

At the end of that campaign, he returned home, but couldn't' adjust. War had changed him in such a way his family couldn't accept, and he couldn't ask them to. He began looking for other campaigns, traveled to Africa, 

His reputation preceded him, and after a series of horrible losses to RED, he was hired by the Builder's League in an attempt to turn the tide, whip the rest of the team into shape.

He takes this job very seriously. He is extremely stubborn, difficult, set into routine and protocol.

He often patrols the hallways at night, existing in a familiar state of nonsleep. When he does sleep, it is never in a bed. He cannot allow himself to relax that much. Ever the gentleman, he allows his Shovel to sleep while he stands vigil. 

He keeps his trench shovel at his side always, whispering to it, and sometimes she answers.

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Likes:  apple pie, the idea of suburbia, the land of the free and the home of the brave

Dislikes:  communists, hippies, foreigners, people with desk jobs

Fears/phobias:  landslides Favourite colour(s): red. white. blue. Only in that combination.  Pets: had a dog growing up. Hound dog. 

Loadout:  vanilla loadout: rocket launcher, shotgun, shovel. Soldier's Stash: Ace of spades and pack of Lucky Strikes. Almost never removes the helmet.