Should I Start Tagging My Answered Asks With A) Morse Messages Or B) Cosmic Calls

should i start tagging my answered asks with a) morse messages or b) cosmic calls

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the worst kind of person is a person who “doesn’t wish to be political” about everything happening in gaza right now. you’re not ACTUALLY being non-political because this situation isn’t about politics, it’s a clear cut case of genocide. it’s a privilege to be able to feel so uncomfortable about these topics and not wish to talk about them, and it feels like you are being complicit when you say you “can’t pick sides” or “don’t want to bring up discourse”. how is denouncing genocide discourse? how is reblogging a post on information or donation links when you come across it discourse? how is donating even $1, if you have the means to spare it, discourse? you think it is politics or simply a topic of debate because the suffering of brown and muslim people is so normalised in the west that you have become desensitised to it, but people are losing their lives and their homes. it’s strange to think of that as something political rather than something downright horrific.

free palestine 🇵🇸

Please spread this as far as you can. The tweet itself in the link if you have twitter, or post the link to the document wherever you have an account.

i just want to remind everyone that it’s very tone deaf to make jokes about having to go out to war now with the ethnic cleansing in palestine going on when you’re a westerner who has not had war on their own soil since the 1800s. its even worse if you share weird saviour fantasises about going into war and being some kind of super soldier that will “save” the oppressor in this issue.

it’s really easy to treat war and violence as a joke or some kind of wet dream when you’ve been living in the west and you haven’t had war on your own land for centuries. do you think those of us who have dead relatives thinks it’s funny? do you think we have the ability to turn this into a joke when generations of families has been wiped out in the name of colonisation and greed? when large chunks of a cultures history, and well simply the culture itself, is being wiped out on purpose to erase a group from the earth’s surface simply for their ethnicity?

this is not a direct call out, but something everyone should read and reflect on. please, do not minimise or turn others suffering into a laughing matter when you come from a privileged background. check yourself, please.

thinking about ellie touching herself to the thought of you. thinking about the way she slowly drags her hands down her body, imagining that it’s your hands on her body, thinking about how she’d slowly pull down her pants down her legs. she’s going slow, teasing and edging herself as she slowly pushes her panties down her hips.

thinking about how her skin is all damp, and she’s breathing all heavy. thinking about how she’d imagine that you were there, that she’d slip her fingers into your underwear and you’d do the same to her. ellie imagines that you’d lay on top of her, push your soft lips on her chapped ones. she thinks about the way you’d breathe against her lips, how you’d work your fingers into her wet cunt at the same pace her fingers were moving inside of you.

i’m thinking about how ellie would fantasise about you two cumming at the same time, and then you slipping your wingers that are still dripping with her arousal into her mouth. the thought of you immediately going back to kissing her after makes her clench around her long fingers.

thinking about how she'd bite down on her lips in frustration when she can't bring herself to cum, all because you aren't really there. all she can think about is how much better it would feel like if it was your hands, your fingers. if it was you inside of her, if she had her fingers in you. if it was the sound of your heavy breathing in the room as well, not just hers.

thinking about how she’d give up eventually. just slowly move her fingers away from her body, staring up at the ceiling. thinking about how frustrated ellie would be, how she’d close her eyes in annoyance. she wishes you were here, that you’d at least walk through the door and notice her mood. she imagines that you’d walk up, tip your head to the side and give her your signature smile before going to town.

thinking about how ellie would end up sending a “you up?” text to you in the middle of the night, desperately hoping for an answer. maybe you can ever come over.