IMPORTANT WARNING

After getting over the initial shock and heartbreak of this tweet and this reply, it hit me that (and I don't know if this is a cultural thing here in the middle east or an Islamic one)

A child has to be named even if they're stillborn.

For a child to not be named, that means there's no one left to name them. They were killed along with their entire family.

I hoped I was wrong, but I checked the list of victims of Israeli attacks and found this:

Israel has ended 47 Palestinian bloodlines over the course of this genocide (or perhaps more), so you might think that this little detail isn't that important, but I don't think we should get used to cruelty of this proportion, no matter how consistently Israel commits it.

The number of victims isn't just a number. These are people with full lives and hopes and dreams.

It's enough of a disaster that these families were wiped out, but in murdering them, Israel didn't just deprive them of their lives, hopes, and dreams. It deprived them of even the dignity to name their children.

It continues to deprive the remaining Palestinians of their most basic human rights.

What did the Palestinians do to not deserve food or water or electricity?

What did their *newborns* do to not deserve lives or at the very least names?!

This is the most harrowing form of terrorism I can think of. The genocidal Israeli occupation is the most despicable terrorist organization the world has had the displeasure of knowing.

The whole world should be deeply ashamed that it's not only allowing such heinous war crimes to be committed, but in a lot of ways, it's enabling them.

I don't know how anyone can be neutral about this.

Stand with Palestine, stand against the occupation. Against genocide.

ربنا يتقبل الأطفال دول و أمهاتهم و عائلاتهم اللي الاحتلال قتلهم معاهم شهداء، و ينتقم من إسرائيل و أي حد بيمكّنهم أشد انتقام في الدنيا قبل الآخرة.

OK TUMBLR WHAT THE HELL THERE IS A FUCKING PEDOPHILLIA TAG ON TUMBLR AND PEOPLE FUCKING SUPPORT IT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. NO FOR CHRIST SAKES. 

THIS IS TURNING INTO A PSA

IF A BLOG THAT YOUR MUTUALS WITH AND OR FOLLOW/STALK STARTS POSTING ANY CHILD PORN OR PEDOPHILIC ACTIONS GO AND REPORT THEM HERE https://tips.fbi.gov

SERIOUSLY TUMBLR. SOME PEOPLE ACTUALLY WANT THIS TO BE PART OF THE LGBT+ COMMUNITY THIS NEEDS TO STOP.

oh and @staff WHY ARE YOU TURNING A BLIND EYE TO THIS SHIT. THIS TAG AND POSTS CAN LEGITIMATELY TERMINATE YOUR SITE. I WANT ANSWERS. I REALLY DO. 

UPDATE 1.

someone or some people are asking me #loveislove asks..

these are the most recent 3. i’ve deleted the last 5. if someone thinks that i’m bashing gay people i’m not. i’m a member of the lgbt+ community. im saying that the staff needs to start cracking down on this types of stuff and report these people to the fbi NOW. 

College Graduate pt5

In which Dalilah gets hate and David finds out

3rd pov

Dalilah had finished her week's project and turned it in for review before she was hit with hate. The fans from the squad had been giving her hate for being close with David, though not all of them. Once the clip of them dancing went up it went down hill for her.

She had kept herself in her room all day, phone off. The comments, the dms, the tweets were all too much for her. It made it worse that she actually did like David and knowing they didn't want them together.

She was facing the wall and silently crying as the comments replayed in her head. shes not even pretty. why would he even touch her? She's so ugly. Liza was so much better. He deserves better. The 22 year old had been crying for what seemed like hours when someone knocked, "Dalia? You okay?" She quickly wiped her face and cleared her throat, "not feeling well." Her best friend seemed to buy it as she didn't question it and walked away.

The sad girl waited until she couldn't hear any commotion before going to the bathroom to shower. She got dressed in a random night set and brushed her hair before quietly going to the kitchen. She had made her a sandwich and grabbed some chips and went to go back to the fridge for some water when she bumped into someone. Her eyes met David's before she looked away and mumbled a small 'hi'. He seemed to figure something was wrong because the first thing he said was, "what's wrong?" Shaking her head she walked around him to the fridge, "nothing."

David scoffed and furrowed his brows, "Dalilah I know you, something's wrong." The younger girl, by a year, sighed, "it's nothing okay? Just... just drop it," she said lightly, David barely hearing the end. He took the water bottle and placed it near her plate before tilting her chin to look at him, "what's wrong? I'm not gonna drop it till you tell me."

Her eyes began to tear up again and she took a shakie breath and pulled away, closing her eyes. He watched as she seemed to take a few seconds before grabbing her food, "check your comments," she mumbled again before walking to her room.

The next day Dalilah was listening to sad music. Just to get the sadness out was her excuse. She had been in her room all day, knowing everyone was here. Natalie checked up on her and brought food but never asked questions. That's what she loved about her, she was always there but never asked questions knowing when she was ready to talk she'd talk.

About half way through the day her phone blinged and a YouTube notification popped up. She immediately clicked it as it was David's.

We need to talk...

Her heart dropped as he went on rant. "Look guys, I love all of you but spreading hate is terrible. No one should be hating on someone. If you guys actually love and support me you'd understand that I have the right to like and be with someone who isn't Liza. Daliliah's amazing, she's sweet, kind, beautiful- you should be sending positive things. I'm not saying we're together but if we were you shouldn't hate something that makes me happy you should support it."

Her eyes teared up and she smiled for the first time in two days. Fixing her hair she made her way to the commotion in the living room. Her eyes met David's, who was standing in the middle of the room planning a skit, and she ran to him throwing her arms around his neck making him wrap around her waist. A quiet 'thank you' left her lips making him squeeze gently. "Always."

That's when the Vlog Squad knew they had to get them together, and Natalie had a plan.

Date a demisexual who is still figuring out other aspects of their sexuality (aka, I pretty much came out as possibly pansexual/panromantic)

This was originally going to be a lot longer, but I ran out of steam! I have some thoughts to continue it later if I feel up to it!

-Yamino

P.S. Shoutout to my wife @summerlightning for helping me bounce off ideas and editing the text!

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I fucking love this

Why ya need to shut up about "shitty fanfic"

Do you know all those posts out here about being supportive of young artists and being careful with how you talk to them about their art? Or just appreciating fanart in general and not being a total asshole?

That doesn’t exist for fanfic writers.

I am so freaking tired of seeing posts talking about “what a pain it is to rake through shitty fanfic” and memes about “shitty fanfic existing in abundance” , “shitty fanfic being the only fics that update regularly”, “popular pairings having a ton of fanfic but only a few good ones”, and all this crappy attitude towards fanfics that may not be that eloquent or fandom famous.

Don’t be an asshole. Everyone needs to start somewhere. Maybe in a few years these writers will improve and make much better fanfic. Even if they don’t, they are doing something they love and should not be freaking criticized for it. Keep your ranting and opinions about “shitty fanfic” to yourself. You’re making a majority of fanfic writers feel self-conscious, unmotivated, and even more unappreciated.

Days like ‘fanfic writer appreciation day’ are super nice, but ultimately fall short unless we fix this horrid attitude fandoms have towards fanfic. 

Lip Gallagher

Warning: smut, cursing, sinning

I woke up with Lip’s arms around me making me smile. I slowly slip out the bed, careful not to wake the guy next to me, and slip on a shirt and my shirt before quietly going to the bathroom. After finishing my business i jump in the shower, taking the chance before everyone wakes up. I wrap the towel around me, grab my clothes, and quickly rush back to the room. I was able to slip on underwear and was grabbing a bra when “don’t, I’ll be taking it off soon” came from my very tired boyfriend. I laugh and look at the time on the clock I bought after staying here after work 3 days and ending up late, “glad I don’t have to be to work for 7 more hours.” He chuckles, “get your sexy ass over here.”

His morning voice getting my hormones pumping. I giggle and throw my bra on the dresser before crawling onto the bed besides him. I slowly move the blanket and straddle his waist. He groans as he tries opening his eyes making me put a hand on his chest softly, “I got it, rest babe.” Lip’s lips curl making me smile and lean down kissing his nose and then kissing them. His hands gripping my hips and I slowly start to grind. I kiss down to his sweet spot and leave a few soft marks. I start kissing around when he moans a bit. I move my hands down and slip into his boxers. His member soaked in precum making me giggle and kiss his lips again. I slip the fabric down and let it spring up, barely hitting my covered kitten. I moan and slowly slip my underwear down, grinding on him. His lips met my neck as I lined us up. His hand moved my face to his and our lips met as I sunk down. The feeling of him filling me making me moan into the kiss. Lip bucked into me making my head fall and a moan escape me. He took it as a sign to take control and wrap his arms around my waist before pumping at a pace that made me go crazy. I bit his shoulder trying to keep quiet as he moved inside. I could feel myself on edge as he lifted my leg higher. “I’m close,” he whispered as if he couldn’t say anything. I whine, “me too.” it took a few more thrusts before we both flew over, hitting the best high there is in life. I lazily smile as he lift my hips to slip out of me. He groans and kisses my neck, “I never get tired of that.” I giggle and snuggle into him, “good, because neither do I.”