The IOF opened fire on starving civilians trying to collect food aid murdering dozens and injuring an estimated hundreds or more they then crushed some of the injured by running over them with tanks. This was their “reason.”
penelope really said how dare you imagine a world where i don't love you. how fucking dare you. every day that you are not here is torture to me. every moment spent without you is like missing a piece of myself. how. fucking. dare you. pick up our immovable fucking wedding bed until you learn some respect
Hear me out yall, a fic where Rosita suffers postpartum depression and psychosis after having Coco because for the stressful situations they’re in and their general mental health it seems a bit more likely the show portrays. Like the frustration of having survived so much shit only to lose your mind over nothing (Rosita’s pov because postpartum depression is not a joke)
The angst, the tension, the years of trauma colliding because you’re finally safe but you’ve been at war for so long you don’t know what that means. And you want your daughter to have a good future but you don’t know if you believe jn good anymore and ????
Don’t worry, lots of found family and semi-comforting hallucinations because I could not leave Rosita hanging
on tragedy, fate, and inevitability.
oresteia, robert icke // theatre of the oppressed, augusto boal // song of achilles, madeline miller // the book thief, markus zusak // antigone, jean anouilh // revisiting mockingjay ahead of the hunger games prequel, entertainment weekly // romeo and juliet, shakespeare // h of h playbook, anne carson // war of the foxes, richard siken // the road to hell (reprise), hadestown // planet of love, richard siken // they both die at the end, adam silvera
you say i am too young
too young to be a feminist
too young to know my own sexuality
too young to be depressed
too young to hate
too young to protest
too young to be an activist
too young
too stupid
too naive
and you are right
i am too young
too young to be scared of bullets ricocheting through my school, embedding themselves into my fellow classmates and having to watch as the life from my best friends once bright and hopeful eyes flickers out, knowing i will never be able to apologies for that stupid fight we were having, knowing i will never be able to laugh, smile, or talk with her again, knowing i will never be able to hug her again, knowing i will never be able to tell her i love her one last time
too young to be scared of being raped by a man while i walk down the street in my school uniform because i can feel his eyes watching me and i should have waited for someone to walk with me, i should have waited for jacky to have finished her test so we could walk together because now if something happens to me it’s my fault but i just wanted to go home to get ahead on schoolwork
too young to be scared of finding my friend dead in a sticky pool of her own crimson blood because slitting her wrists and watching the blood flow was better than living or finding her body cold and lifeless on the bathroom floor with candy colored pills scattered around her and stuffed down her throat because she’d rather go out in a loopy daze than try to withstand and fight the torment and i couldn’t make it in time to stop her
too young to be scared of seeing a familiar face on the news because jordan was black and looked older than his actual age and the white middle aged cop shot in “self defense” even though jordan was unarmed and innocent or because elias was muslim and was carrying a “suspiscous” bag and was shot and later died because the police officers thought he was a “terrorist” when elias just wanted to get home to his mom and little sister with a jewelry box to give them, which now sits in peices on the concrete floor
too young to be scared of finding my lgbt friends killled, abandoned, or sent off to a conversion camp because all they wanted was love and acceptance but instead they found hate and rejection because they were “disgusting sinners” who were just “confused” and katy is finally back from camp but she doesn’t even remember my damn name
too young to be sobbing with such lose and grief over people so dear to me who were killed and died too young because no one would help them because all of their cries were “fake” because they were too young to know “real” pain
too young to be scarred, bruised, bloody and beaten by a war i did not start or choose to fight in
you say i am too young
and you are not wrong
i am too young
too young for
H O M O P H O B I A
R A C I S M
S E X I S M
R A P E
S E L F H A R M
S U I C I D E
G U N V I O L E N C E
and
S C H O O L S H O O T I N G S
to be normal to me
i should not be so desensitized by this violent reality
so yes, i am too young
but you cannot blame me
for my hyper awareness of our reality
my generation was born with information at our fingertips
and we have been told to sit still and be quiet
because the adults were talking
but you had your chance
it is now our turn to speak
and our turn to fight
because our rage is pure fire
and with every ragged breath we take
our lungs get more shredded by all of the hate and misery
that is ingrained so deeply in our society
you say we are “too sensitive”
because we are “hormonal teenagers who cannot control our emotions”
and therefore we “cannot have opinions”
but you can no longer invalidate our claims as we yell for change
because the DEATH of our classmates
and the BLOOD of our friends
has paved the path for this revolution
your generation may have won battles
but my generation will be the one to win the war
my generation will be the one to instill change and bring peace
because we grew up in a hating world spiraling into darkness and death
and dying was never our biggest fear
watching the world burn around us was expected
but we fully intend to repair the damage you all have so carelessly done
>>we are generation z and we will be the ones to rise from the ashes<<
3/31/18
started: 2:31 a.m.
finished: 3:49 a.m.
Irulan is such a petty bitch but I'm pettier. She was like "I'm playing the long game," well I'm not. Paul won't fuck me because he's with Chani exclusively? Fine, well I'll fuck Chani. You and I are sister-wives now Paul!
see this is my issue, I start watching a new show and immediately save a hundred tik tok edits and start writing fanfiction about it
also I may or may not be writing a one tree hill fanfic rn sooooo
everyone go watch kevin can go f himself on netflix, it's amazing, it's sad, it's very gay but also focuses on the truth of being in a manipulative, emotionally abusive relationship and escaping
"I don't know when you got so broken." Booo bitch, we hate men
"if this is you broken - stay broken." the girls and the gays are winning and i'm only on episode 7
what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the actual fuck
Hehehehe but like what if you didn’t, for my sanity 🔫
i wrote a twin cinema poem about two gay soldiers in wwi
context: the two sides, read separately, are the two soldiers thinking about their futures with each other. when read together, it's a reflection of their final thoughts when they die together struck by bullets <3
Sapphic_terror on ao3 queer and nonbinary (any pronouns)Yall I may be losing it a little but at least I’m writing a lot of fan fiction (that’s a slight lie but I’m trying I swear)
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