I Posted About Palestine On Social Media For Years With Zero Interaction. No One Wanted To Talk About

I posted about Palestine on social media for years with zero interaction. No one wanted to talk about it and it has always seemed too far removed for americans to give a shit about.

So again I just want to remind people, it's never been like this before (in the us). This movement has always been here, but they can no longer bury it.

The fact that protests and boycotts have been sustained for going-on 6months, that's not nothing. This should be evidence to you that we can sustain the momentum, we must, and use this momentum for radical changes within ourselves, our habits, and our education.

We have the rest of the world to catch up with.

heyyyyy! I hope that ur exams go well and we can talk after that! Ily and ttyl!

Awww youre so sweet 🥹💕 Thank youuuu and defo!!!!!

gonna take a break from tumblr until my exam in july, sorry 💕💕💕💕🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

Reblog this if you are not against transgendered males or females. So I can write down everybodys username and give it to my nonsupportive parents the day I leave for college.

Throw me on the namepile, would you? Hope your folks come around, OP.

you're mine noona - pt 2 - cha eunwoo x reader - day 15

[For reading my past entries, I recommend searching the following tag: #cha eunwoo x reader ; enjoy!]

[Pt 1: https://www.tumblr.com/blowingcookies/746785037098385408/youre-mine-noona-pt-1-cha-eunwoo-x-reader?source=share ]

You closed the windows to your cottage. With all the rain and humidity, your curly hair needed a break from all of the moisture, just as you needed a break from the main house. That's why you decided it was time to move into the little cottage in the far backyard; with how the funeral went, a little distance couldn't hurt.

You set up your laptop on the countertop, intent on watching some kdramas while cooking and cleaning, when someone knocked at your door. 'Who could that be?' you thought to yourself.

Before you could make it to the door, it opened.

'Hi Noona.' Dark eyes bore into yours, and you gasped.

Big, solemn, and wet, the uninvited guest moved into your kitchen and personal space . Cha Eunwoo's thick, corded arm reached around to shut off the stove behind you, and he bent down to whisper roughly into your ear.

'Careful. We wouldn't want another accident.'

A cry left your lips, and you tried moving past him, but he was like a steel wall. His hands went into your hair, then one grasped the back of your neck to pull your head back.

'This is how things are going to go...'

'No, Eunwoo, leave me alone!' You felt desperate to leave, knowing if you stayed you would give into him and be humiliated once more. Again, you struggled against his hold, but to no avail.

'Noona...' He drew out the dreaded word, mouthing the vowels against your dark cheek.

Suddenly, you had an idea. Talking back, struggling, and being passive weren't working, so you had to change tactics. You subtly palmed the keys in your jean pocket while stroking his cheek with your other hand. He shuddered, and loosened his hold.

'Interesting,' you thought to yourself.

You then caressed the sides of his torso, letting your fingertips dig into his slightly fleshy sides. He was startled, and moved slightly back.

This was your chance. Feinting left initially, you went to the right side towards the door. You miraculously made it to your little Volkswagen Beetle car, but before you could open it, Eunwoo's golden hand slammed against the blue paint next to the handle.

You looked back in horror at him.

'You know you're just adding to your punishment, right?' He smirked, and your heart sank.

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I was able to get through some more questions; if I finish the set tomorrow, I'll write a (hopefully) good sm*t chapter next!

Thank you so much for reading, and for being part of my study journey ❤️