where you feel the need to use words

Bonjour! We all know language learning is fun, but it’s still studying, and sometimes you just get really tired of studying. And if you’re like me and you’re intermediate in a language, it gets to the point where you want to start using the language instead of just endlessly reading textbooks and doing the same practice questions over and over. So I’ve compiled a list of things you could do where you’re learning a language without it feeling like you’re studying!

- ̗̀ Reading ̖́- 

  • Books. Pick up a book in your target language and just read it, with no need to analyze it or answer end-of-chapter questions. Don’t worry about every single foreign word you come across, try to get the general idea of it from the context. But if a word shows up a lot and you still don’t get it, you can look it up! Children’s books are great, too.
  • Comics. Basically just dialogue with pictures to help you understand what the characters are talking about. Need I say more.
  • Blogs. Follow a blog in your target language which posts about something you’re interested in. Blogs usually have less formal language than novels, are of course a lot shorter, and have lots of pictures.
  • Wikipedia. Whenever you’re curious about something and want to casually look it up, switch to the page in your target language. If you want to, you can always read the article in your native language first to understand the topic.

- ̗̀ Listening ̖́-

  • Films and tv. Some have more complex dialogue than others, some have simpler, so there are films and tv shows for almost every level of language learning. If you can’t find a movie originally in your target language, find a dubbed version, it’s better than nothing!
  • Cartoons. Or live-action movies/shows aimed at children. These usually have dialogue that’s easier to understand than those aimed at older viewers. Also they’re fun!
  • Youtube. If you can find vloggers who upload videos in your target language, then go ahead and watch them. Kind of the same thing as with blogs, where the language is more “everyday”!
  • Music. Listen to songs in your target language. It’s okay if you don’t understand everything or even anything, the most important thing is to get used to how the language sounds!

- ̗̀ Writing ̖́-

  • Keeping a diary. This is by far my favourite thing to do when it comes to language learning. The point of this isn’t to write a flawless essay with no mistakes, no one has to read your private diary anyway. The point is to get used to producing a text and expressing yourself in your target language. Start with writing about your day in the present tense. Go on to write about something that happened yesterday. Write about your feelings and what you think will happen in the future. If you want to express something but don’t know the word, look it up. Woo, new vocab word! 
  • Short stories. Similar as above, but experiment with verb tenses and sentence structure. Use the fanciest words you know to make that description extra descriptive. Learn to use idioms and similes and metaphors. Your story can be as complex or as simple as you want it to be. And this time, get someone to correct it!
  • Letters and texts. Get a pen pal who speaks your target language, if you can! Or even just an internet friend you can text with. You can even practice speaking with them via Skype or maybe even in person if that’s possible. What better thing to do with a language than do what it’s meant for: communication!
  • Anything else. When writing down your daily to-dos in your planner, write them in your target language. Jot down that reminder on a post-it note but do it in your target language. Anything.

That’s all I have for now, I hope this was helpful and that it has given you some extra motivation to learn that language. Good luck! 

This blog supports and appreciates Gillian Anderson in everything that she does

She is an inspiration, and immensely talented. End of story.

As the new year approaches, we would like to remind you not to put so much pressure on it. It has feelings just like some of us, and doesn’t need all the stress all at once. 2016 was once young and innocent, now look where it is. Instead, give 2017 some encouraging words. Send it a nice postcard. Make it some tea. Make sure the new year knows that it’s cared for and supported so it can care for and support us back.

Lightning Bolt Soulmate! Barry Allen x Reader Part One

Fandom: The Flash

Characters: Barry Allen, Reader

Word Count: 529

A/N: So this is my very first Barry Allen series and I was inspired by the song i hate you i love you by gnash. This is a Soulmate! Barry Allen fic where the first words you hear your soulmate say and a symbol that is related to them is written on your wrist. Enjoy!

Part OnePart Two | Part Three | Part Four

Originally posted by claraoswan


Feeling used, but I’m still missing you, and I can’t see the end of this, just wanna feel your kiss against my lips, and now all this time is passing by, but i still can’t seem to tell you why, it hurts me every time I see you, realize how much I need you.

Barry has always thought that the whole soulmates thing was absolute idiocy. The fact that someone who you have never met was suddenly tied to you at all times was stupid. Everyone he knew had gotten their soulmate tattoo. Except for him. He was bitter about it, so to deal with the pain, he drowned himself in his work, thinking that the more he distracted himself, the more the pain would go away. But it never did. So when he woke up from the 9 month coma that he was put into by the lightning strike, he knew that something was immediately wrong. He felt different. Other than the obviousness of his newfound power, there was something else wrong with him. A tug in his chest, an acute awareness of emotions that weren’t his. His soulmate’s. If there was now anything he desired more than helping people, it was finding his new soulmate. The new words and lightning bolt symbol imprinted in small font on his wrist were powerful and deep.

I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you.

He stared at those words written neatly on his skin every night, tracing over them lightly. The words were powerful and deep, and terrified Barry. Why were the words so depressing? And every night, Barry fell asleep, with his lips tracing the soft cursive of the words, whispering them over and over again.


Y/N wasn’t born with a soulmate tattoo. She knew that sometimes there needed to be a trigger for the soulmate mark to show up. The explosion of the particle accelerator at STAR labs happened to just be that trigger. Not long after the shock wave traveled throughout the city, she was struck by lightning, sending her into a coma. The hospital was shocked at the news of the strange coincidence, that two people were both struck by lightning in the same night. There was nothing that anyone could do except wait for her to either die, or wake up.

Shockingly, after 13 months of no improvement and in a constant, hypnotic sleep, Y/N shot upright in her hospital bed. Awake and very much aware of her surroundings. And something was different about her when she woke up. Emotions that weren’t her’s occasionally protruded from the back of her mind. Intense emotions, like fear, anger, and love overwhelmed her brain and senses. And her soulmate mark and symbol had suddenly appeared on her wrist. A lightning bolt followed by bolded, cursive words.

It’s you, It’s always been you.

She stared at those words written neatly on her skin every night, tracing over them lightly. And every night, Y/N fell asleep, with his lips tracing the soft cursive of the words, whispering them over and over again.

Part Two


tagging: @marvelatmytrash,  @team-barry, @mingare123, @hero-fix, @flas, @hopefullybarry, @flashfanfics, @grantgustinimagines, @sexy-speedster, @imaginesoftheflash, @barryallen4ever, @superhumanspeedsandnetflix, @all-about-that-fandoms, @hoeimaginethis, @multifandomwatson, @pumpkinboom, @dcnerd98, @imaginesnthings, @marvel-dc-hybrid, @icat8, @fandom-what-ifs, @intheheartoftomholland

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Have you ever wanted to let Ngozi know how thankful you are for Check, Please and more? Well now is your chance. I would like the fandom to join me in creating a book for her filled with letters and art showing our love and thanks. I will collect all your letters and art and then put them into a book which I will then give to her at ECCC next year. I know many of us are super proud and love Ngozi lets take the chance and show her!

Where to send 

Send all your letters and fanart to omgthankyouplease@gmail.com

Rules:

Letter length: Please please try and keep your letter no longer than 500 words there’s only so many pages I can include in the book unfortunately. 

Fanart: I would really like to keep everything pg13!

Important dates:

All letters and fanart need to be sent in by January 28th February 7th by 12:00 am EST!!!

Questions: 

If you have a question feel free to send a message or send it to the email! 

anonymous asked:

No offense but do you believe that Itachi has the right to sacrifice other people lives? And believe it is admirable thing? I like Itachi but for myself I consider this wrong on his part. I don’t stand for everything he does like you do. Sorry I know you mentioned your blog is place where you stated your opinions not for discussion but I need to understand more of your view on Itachi and his arc.

No offense but I have the feeling that every time I’m asked about Itachi my reply isn’t satisfying because it doesn’t follow tumblr “fiction and reality are the same thing” mentality and it doesn’t use the words “wrong”, “problematic”, “unacceptable”, which is never gonna happen.

(under the cut, pro-itachi, anti-antiitachis)

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No Good With Words

 Requested by @scxrchy  : Hi, if your requests are open, could I get an Eric x Divergent!Reader, where reader is still an initiate, and there secretly dating when they go through the tests about fears, an be he finds out she’s Divergent? Your choice on how it ends

 Pairing: Eric Coulter X Reader

 Word count: 1.189


 You open the heavy door to face the sunset. The wind is cold, but it feels good against your skin. Waiting for Eric to close the door, you remain silent. This building is abandoned, but the Dauntless compound gives access to it. The silence is good, almost weird now. You’re used to the noise, the yells, and the loud music.

 “How are you?” Eric asks you as soon as he closes the door. Here’s where he brings the initiates when they need a punishment, but it’s also where he brings you when he wants some time alone.

 “I’m good. Why?” You give him a shy smile. You and Eric are dating since the begging of initiation. He got close really quick, even though he always seemed to be the bad guy. You couldn’t understand it at first, but with time, your relationship has got stronger.

 “Because the second stage begins tomorrow.” Eric approaches, still being careful. He just can’t let go of his habits this quick. “Are you scared?”

 “No. I’ll be fine.” You melt into his arms as he holds you tight.

 “I know. Just needed to check.”

 “See? You can be cute.”

 “Cute?” He steps back, a playful smile on his lips.

 “Yes. The bad boy it’s just a mask.” You tease him, turning your back to him and staring at the sun, disappearing on the horizon.

 “I do what I have to do.”

 “I’m aware of that. But sometimes, down there, it feels like…” Your voice faints, because you don’t want to make it real.

 “What? Tell me.” He hugs your waist, looking at the colorful sky. Since the first day, you made this promise to never hide anything from each other. You have been honest about every single thing. Every single thing but one. The only thing you can never tell anyone.

 “You barely look at me. It’s like I’m not even there.” You turn to face him, his icy blue eyes locked on yours. Eric probably thinks you’re an idiot now, but you’re just being sincere. “It sounds stupid but I’m just telling you how I feel.”

 “I have to play a role. A relationship between a leader and an initiate is forbidden.” He pins you the small wall, his arms keeping you from walking away. “And I look at you all the time. Watching how you move, checking on you after a fight. And most of all, observing if any initiate is trying to approach you.”

 “So… you’re jealous?”

 “No, I’m not. Oh, and I’ll be the one applying the test tomorrow.”

 “Good.” You kiss him slowly, moaning when he bites your lower lip. Unfortunately, you hear someone coming through the stairs and quickly run to the door, with Eric right behind you.

 “Play pretend.” He whispers in your ear before opening the door for you.

 You run downstairs, faking it, pretending to be scared as hell. The man stares at you as you run past him, murmuring something about Eric being too rough with the initiates.


 With a scream caught up in your throat, you sit up straight, breathing heavily. Your forehead is sweaty and you’re sure you spent too much time on the simulation to get a good position. But it’s still the first day, right? You’ll have enough time to get better. That’s when you look up at Eric, standing beside the computer, a weird expression on his face.

 “Was is that bad?” You murmur, getting up and getting closer to him. But he steps back, sitting back on his chair.

 “(Y/N), get back to your dormitory through the back door, please.” Eric’s voice is cold. He wasn’t acting like this before the simulation since they have no cameras here.

 He knows it. This test made it clear to him. You can see your time on the wall behind Eric. Five minutes. With teary eyes you run out the room, closing the back door shut. You jump when you see Four there, typically waiting for some initiate who can’t walk alone. That’s what Eric told you. Four tries to touch your arm but you avoid him, literally running to the dormitory.

 The silence makes you feel good. Nobody is here yet, so you take a long shower. When you’re done, already drying your hair, you decide it’s time to stop crying. And that’s what you do. You let go of your tears, dress up and head to the pit.


 It’s almost midnight but you can’t sleep. So you walk around the compound, hoping not to be seen. The cold threats to force you back to the dormitory, but you choose to face it. You hear footsteps coming from somewhere behind you, so you pick up your pace. Initiates shouldn’t be up by now.

 “Come with me, initiate,” Eric whispers in your ear, making you gasp. He pushes you through the empty halls to his apartment. He never brought you here.


 “What are you…”

 “Just get in.” He interrupts you and pushes you in.

 You honestly have no idea of what the hell is wrong with Eric, but all you know is that you won’t fall without a fight.

 “I thought we had a deal. No lies.”

 “We had. We… have.” Resting your back against the wall, you try not to cry before him. “Nobody supposes to know.”

 “Four does.”

 “What? Of course, he doesn’t know.” Eric steps closer with angry eyes. He can’t help talking about Four. You and he became best friends, and Eric’s hate sometimes turns into jealousy. “Why did you brought him to this conversation?”

 “Who else knows?” The weight of his voice hurts you, making it feel like it’s an interrogation.

 “Nobody knows, Eric.”

 His face changes suddenly, from anger to relief. You don’t know what’s happening so you just stay there, looking down, waiting for whatever will happen next.

 “I’ll keep applying the test. Changing your time so no one will suspect.” Eric’s hand lays on your hips as he gets closer, your foreheads touching. “You need to be on TOP 3 so I can call you to be a leader. If… anything happens, you’ll be right by my side.”

 “If what happens?”

 “We’ll talk about it later.” He pecks your lips, but you hold him close.

 “I thought we…”

 “I was scared. I’ll admit it. But what I feel for you…” He takes a deep breath, caressing your cheek delicately. “You know I’m not good with words.”

 “It’s okay.” You giggle, biting his lower lip. “I should go now. I’m sure I can sleep very well now that we’re fine.”

 “Yes.” With a last and passionate kiss, Eric leads you to the door, opening it for you. “See you tomorrow.” He whispers, giving you the most beautiful smile.

 “See you tomorrow, love.” You whisper back, turning away from him and happily running back to your dormitory.

If you accustom yourself to this view of life you will regulate your expectations accordingly, and cease to look upon all its disagreeable incidents, great and small, its sufferings, its worries, its misery, as anything unusual or irregular; nay, you will find everything as it should be, in a world where each of us pays the penalty of existence in his own peculiar way. Amongst the evils of a penal colony is the society of those who form it; and if the reader is worthy of better company, he will need no words from me to remind him of what he has to put up with at present. If he has a soul above the common, or if he is a man of genius, he will occasionally feel like some noble prisoner of state, condemned to work in the galleys with common criminals; and he will follow his example and try to isolate himself.
—  Arthur Schopenhauer, “On the Suffering of the World”
Be brave. Even if you’re not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference. Don’t allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It’s there for your convenience, not the callers. Don’t be afraid to go out on a limb. That’s where the fruit is. Don’t burn bridges. You’ll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river. Don’t forget, a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated. Don’t major in minor things. Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Helen Keller, Leonardo Da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. Don’t spread yourself too thin. Learn to say no politely and quickly. Don’t use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved. Don’t waste time grieving over past mistakes Learn from them and move on. Every person needs to have their moment in the sun, when they raise their arms in victory, knowing that on this day, at his hour, they were at their very best. Get your priorities straight. No one ever said on his death bed, ‘Gee, if I’d only spent more time at the office’. Give people a second chance, but not a third. Judge your success by the degree that you’re enjoying peace, health and love. Learn to listen. Opportunity sometimes knocks very softly. Leave everything a little better than you found it. Live your life as an exclamation, not an explanation. Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life and death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems. Never cut what can be untied. Never overestimate your power to change others. Never underestimate your power to change yourself. Remember that overnight success usually takes about fifteen years. Remember that winners do what losers don’t want to do. Seek opportunity, not security. A boat in harbor is safe, but in time its bottom will rot out. Spend less time worrying who’s right, more time deciding what’s right. Stop blaming others. Take responsibility for every area of your life. Success is getting what you want. Happiness is liking what you get. The importance of winning is not what we get from it, but what we become because of it. When facing a difficult task, act as though it’s impossible to fail.
—  Jackson Brown Jr.
Be brave. Even if you’re not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference. Don’t allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It’s there for your convenience, not the callers. Don’t be afraid to go out on a limb. That’s where the fruit is. Don’t burn bridges. You’ll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river. Don’t forget, a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated. Don’t major in minor things. Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Helen Keller, Leonardo Da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. Don’t spread yourself too thin. Learn to say no politely and quickly. Don’t use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved. Don’t waste time grieving over past mistakes Learn from them and move on. Every person needs to have their moment in the sun, when they raise their arms in victory, knowing that on this day, at his hour, they were at their very best. Get your priorities straight. No one ever said on his death bed, ‘Gee, if I’d only spent more time at the office’. Give people a second chance, but not a third. Judge your success by the degree that you’re enjoying peace, health and love. Learn to listen. Opportunity sometimes knocks very softly. Leave everything a little better than you found it. Live your life as an exclamation, not an explanation. Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life and death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems. Never cut what can be untied. Never overestimate your power to change others. Never underestimate your power to change yourself. Remember that overnight success usually takes about fifteen years. Remember that winners do what losers don’t want to do. Seek opportunity, not security. A boat in harbor is safe, but in time its bottom will rot out. Spend less time worrying who’s right, more time deciding what’s right. Stop blaming others. Take responsibility for every area of your life. Success is getting what you want. Happiness is liking what you get. The importance of winning is not what we get from it, but what we become because of it. When facing a difficult task, act as though it’s impossible to fail.
Promises

save me.. like you promised you would. like the promise of us after our first conversation and how i just knew you could. save me.. like I still know you can. sometimes I wonder where you go and if you ever need a hand.

sometimes I wonder if you see me drowning and if all along this - was your plan.
and if you’re waiting for me, patiently, to say I can’t breathe anymore.

between these mixed signals and temporary lines, I can’t breathe anymore. Im waist deep praying there’s a way you can even see me anymore.. because I can’t seem to see me without you, I can’t continue to wonder if you’ll ever leave anymore..
save me.. cause I can’t dream anymore. I can’t fantasize about another love like you ain’t kiss my soul into a happy place. like you ain’t brought my life into better days. I can’t give this up like we don’t do more than fuck like we don’t really make love like our souls aint just one like this is something you can control like you ain’t really in love like this was ever a story about two fools in lust.
come on..

if you can’t remember the forever’s you’ve placed in me.. look at me. look at the woman you’ve made me. you can’t abandon the home you’ve made in me. look me in my eyes and promise me - you don’t crave me. let me know if I’m crazy.
I told myself I’d stop writing about people and then here you come. you made me question if all the others were ever really worthy.. and how I couldn’t not write about the person who fits me completely and perfectly. you fixed me completely and perfectly..

you know I love to see how much you love to see me loving the way you love me.. it is all love right?
I know.. somedays, you get afraid, right?
to have my heart, to be my rib.
to break some days, and go through shit.
it takes a warrior and a special kind of bravery to deal with someone like me.
but I’ve decided I can’t allow you to have cold feet. I swear I’ll be patient but I know you know you were made for me.
please, don’t walk away from me.
not after you promised you would save me..

— Reyna Biddy
Olicity - “Not Sure What To Do With My Hands Since I Can’t Touch You” post :)

Oh Boy, they are a bit twitchy. lol 

Nervous energy?

Look at her hands.

Look at his. 

I think they would rather be doing something else with those hands. They were so used to this while the two of them worked together in the Bunker/Lair.

It was just the natural thing to do. It must be tough to go from that to this

Oliver has got to keep those hands in my pockets while she works 

and Felicity has to keep from reaching out to him. 

Same Felicity. Same. 

Guys, look!

I got to see Darren Criss in Hedwig and the Angry Inch on Wednesday, such a wonderful experience. We all needed some positivity, and there are no words to describe how important it was to escape to a place where we can feel accepted and celebrated, even if for just a couple hours. 

Darren is absolutely the sweetest, he took time to meet us all, and we even chatted in Italian for a bit once he found out that’s where I’m from! 

If you are in the L.A. area, grab yourself a ticket, 10/10 recommend! 

Reason to love Namjoon? God, where do I begin. I know lots of people probably feel the same things I feel and you’ll get these same words over and over again from other people, but I really need to say this. I love Kim Namjoon, plain and simple. He’s so selfless and so kind. Namjoon does so many things for us fans, and he genuinely has so much love in his heart whether it’s for us, for the members, for his mother, for practically anyone. He’s given me so much strength. All of his philosophical metaphors have always given me inspiration in my every day life. I will never forget the moment he tweeted about Macklemore’s song ‘Same Love’. I balled my eyes out. I cried, and cried, because my family will never support my bisexuality, but Namjoon does. My hero supports me. My hero loves me just the way I am, and that was enough to keep me going. I’m tearing up just writing this because I don’t know how I can ever be able to fully express how thankful and grateful I am for him, how much I love and care for him. He deserves so much. Thank you, Namjoon. Thank you for writing music, thank you for giving me strength, thank you for existing. I don’t know where I’d be without you. (if this isn’t the type of submission you’re looking for, feel free to delete, I just thought someone should know what he’s done for me)

why do trans opposers feel like trans people are inconveniencing them so much? like what are we actually doing? we’re not hurting anyone, all we ask for is respect. why do you feel the need to hurt us? what does making our siblings bleed accomplish for you? does it instill inside you a sense of pride?

we don’t want to hurt anybody, we just want to live our lives, we want to live comfortable lives where we don’t feel like at any moment we could be attacked, or be barked at with harsh words and slurs– we just want to feel safe. why don’t you care about the safety of others?? do you know what it feels like to walk down the street and wonder to yourself “will someone hurt me today?”

it is so unbelievably fucked up that society is actively working against us. the discrimination is so obvious. the hurt that occurs is so obvious. and yet some people don’t even see it. they don’t even fucking care. and it hurts so bad to see people that we knew, people that we thought were good people, to see that they hate us so much because of who we are and what we can’t change about ourselves.

please just let us live our lives, we let you live yours.

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How to Work Through an Arabic Text (or, How I get Through My Readings):

1. Grab a few different color highlighters, a pen/pencil, your text, Google translate, and/or Hans Wehr

2. Hopefully you have an idea what the text is about. If not, skim the title/author, first paragraph, subheadings, and any footnotes so you can get a gist of the text. This step will help you out when you’re a few sentences in and have no idea what’s going on (three years in and this is still an all-too-common part of my Arabic experience). 

3. I use three different highlighter colors (feel free to switch this up to fit your study needs):

-Blue: verbs. Highlighting verbs will help you in class discussions so you can practice discussing key points in the text using the same verbs. It can also help you find where different points and thoughts begin.

-Orange: Aduwat alrubt (ادوات الربط). Like verbs, highlighting transition words helps you talk about the fluidity of ideas in a text. Also, learning the connectors in any language and using them well is a reliable way to elevate your level.

-Pink: Key points. Sometimes I also use a yellow highlighter to highlight headings. 

4. Words you don’t know: use sheikh Google IF AND ONLY IF you are a somewhat advanced Arabic student. We all know that it’s wrong more often than not, but if you know how to use it and can recognize when it’s wrong, go for it. Sometimes it’s easier to type in the trilateral root of the word and derive its meaning manually through grammar when using Google. Otherwise, use Hans Wehr or your Arabic dictionary of choice to look words up. Try to do this as little as possible. Also, as a challenge, try writing the definition of the word in Arabic instead of English. 

5. Write key points/key words on the edge of each paragraph so you can reference the text more easily during class. 

This is the way I usually do it! How do you guys get through Arabic texts?

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Imagine Poe’s warm hands skimming across your skin.

The silence between you was sweet and calm, but so still. You could hear each other’s breaths, the rustling of movement from the rise and fall of your chest against the sheets and feel the top of his foot caressing the back of your calf.

It was moments like this where you didn’t need to speak, didn’t feel the need to put emotions into words when you can already read it in each others eyes.

Your body lay close to Poe’s under the thick duvet in his room, both of you dressed down to basic t-shirts and pants that you usually use for sleeping. However, when you stretched to reach your arms over you head for a more comfortable position, it was then that your shirt rode up along the skin of your belly, and Poe’s hands followed not seconds after.

The feel of your skin was intoxicating to him, but to you, the warmth of his worn hands was a delightful and filled you a sense peace.

He goes to kiss your neck and slowly moves his hand from skimming your navel up your chest to the other side of your neck to hold you closer to the feathery touch of his lips.

“Please don’t stop…”

Poe breathes a laugh across your skin, “I don’t plan to.”

Although Jews are colonizers and oppressors in Israel, the Jewish diaspora are a marginalized minority everywhere else in the world. There’s a long legacy that continues to this day of antisemites defacing Jewish property and committing hate crimes against Jews. In Europe, some extremists actually participate in that kind of violence regularly. If you deface a synagogue on Rosh Hashanah you only send a message of terror. Even though the climate in the US isn’t as fraught as in Europe, where terrorist attacks are enacted against Jewish citizens…Jews are always on high alert, and we are still targeted by hate crimes more than any other minority. When you engage in discourse and activism around this issue outside of Palestine, you are talking about a marginalized minority, and your words and actions can have a very different impact than you might intend. So you need to consider that before you speak or take action.

To automatically associate any Jewish place of worship or community center with Israel is dangerous and unreasonable on so many levels. If you make Jews feel that they have to give up their Jewishness or make them feel unsafe when they publicly partake in their religion or culture because doing so is “pro-Israel” then you make your cause very difficult to adopt for Jews. You also feed into the pro-Israel narrative that being opposed to the occupation means being antisemitic in and of itself, which is counterproductive to your cause.

anonymous asked:

i feel like tomorrow rob's gonna basically say 'lol bex i did not mean anything of that shit about wanting you pls i was just drunk and sad and needed a shag' and she's gonna be made a complete fool. tbh that's what rob consistently does when he's hurting or needs something, lies and sweet-talks without meaning a single word of it

sigh she still has all those feelings attached to someone who honestly couldn’t give a shit about her and she deserves far far better and tbh oh my god, needs to move on completely. pls @ show let her. (and us lmao)

(ah remember those 20 seconds earlier this evening where we thought she had? moved on, really grown some self respect where robert was concerned? a prime 20 seconds, they were. a toppy tippers tippedy top 20 seconds of absolute bliss. great memories. will cherish them forever.)

but yep, i’m pretty sure that’s… pretty much exactly what’s going to happen and then we get to deal with robert feeling guilty abt his fuck up. i hope chas gets her piece in 😌 do it for all of us chas 😌 yell at him girl 😌 it will soothe my soul 😌