Siken, Four Proofs

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I like my headcanon that Boba would read some romantic poetry to Fennec and she would laugh at his face, but then she'd realize: "Oh shit, you're being serious. You actually love me? Are you sure? 🤨"

And Boba would be like: "You didn't like it? 🥺"

And Fennec, who does not like to show her feelings, would be like: "It's kinda... neat."

Okay that's so deep. It's like you love your parents and they know about it without need for you to tell them about how u feel about them.

“Platonic love is vital, essential, and perhaps the one thing left in this wretched landscape that could save us all for a little bit longer than we deserve. I love my friends even when I don’t tell them enough. I have crawled from the wreckage of enough heartbreak to know who will still be standing when I emerge and who won’t, and I hold those still standing close to me.”

— Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, “Carly Rae Jepsen and the Kingdom of Desire” in MTV (via merulae)

posting on twitter and getting no likes feels like saying something, everyone in the room turning and looking, then turning back around and ignoring you. posting on tumblr and getting no notes feels like having a conversation with yourself in the mirror in a room full of people who are also having conversations with themselves in the mirror.

Palestinians are not "animals."

They are not "children of darkness."

Little kids are rescuing cats and trying to comfort them when they themselves are terrified.

A doctor broke down when his father and brother came into the trauma unit.

And several of his colleagues hugged and gathered to comfort him.

Journalists are playing with babies.

Doctors are refusing to evacuate hospitals because their patients can't and refuse to leave them.

There's a little boy who gives tea to the journalists and thanks them for spreading their stories.

He's displaced at the hospital, his home is gone.

A kid was asked what he wants to be when he grows up and he said kids in Gaza don't grow up.

Kids are writing their names on their arms so they can be identified.

Momin Kireka is a Palestinian journalist who was disabled by an Israeli attack in 2008.

And despite the difficulty in moving around, he vows to continue to show the world the truth.

Awni, a young Palestinian boy has a gaming YouTube channel he loved so much.

He was killed in the bombing.

Mohammed Sami was an artist who's dream was to open an art gallery.

He was playing with the kids to raise their spirits. And the next day he was killed.

They are victims.

They are going through unimaginable horrors and still find it in their hearts to be kind.

They have hopes and dreams just like you and I.

They are people.

And they deserve to be recognised and known as such.

The Silence of the Lambs (1991) vs. Shaun the Sheep (2015)

I'm glad

NBC Hannibal was romantic because Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham saw each other and silently agreed that "You are sick, yet I will love you. You are sick but I will ingest you into my system and it will cause me a great deal of pain but I will not care. Loving you is never dirty work."

Okay, that's cute moment

boba: would you slap your best friend in the face for a million credits?

fennec: i’d roundhouse kick you in the face for free.

boba, tearing up: i’m your best friend?

no matter the struggles there is always ao3 in bed

I would die in 3 months if this thing happening to me because i would be boring af