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There is this kind of Western narration that pisses me off, major time.

The Russian-angle narration.

I listen to some US news in the morning, and what do I hear?

There is a win for Ukraine? Yes. Is it because Ukrainian Army kicks ass? NO. It's because Russian Army is old and badly organised.

A village gets recovered by UA? Yes.

Do we get even a sentence that's NOT related to Russians? NO.

What we DO get? "Put yourself into the shoes of these Russian soldiers, poorly armed, abandoned by the command, running away..."

NO.

There is no fucking way I'm putting myself into some rashist's shoes. I absolutely decline to commiserate, to empathise or to even consider how much their life sucks.

Because you know whose life sucks more? Their victims. The people they klilled, raped, tortured, starved. And yes, maybe someone will shoot one Rusek or another. But it's not like the Ukrainians went to their neighbourhood too look for trouble - the rashists came over to conquer and colonise. It is their fate to get their asses kicked in retaliation.

Why is this narration persistent? Is it because people from the US can only commiserate with an invading army who is on enemy territory, and gets they arses handed to them, but not to someone who is actually DEFENDING THEIR MOTHERLAND?

Is it because all the wars that US of A has waged in the recent memory were fought on someone else's land? And never touched the continental states? Is it why you are unable to form a meaningful empathic connection to a civilian population whose lives have been upended so completely - because this never happened to anyone you know, or to any place that's close enough to home, for you to understand what it means to be INVADED, instead of being the INVADER?

Lady Gaga - Alice

My name isn't Alice

But I keep looking

I keep looking for the Wonderland

reblog w the song lyrics in your head NOW. either stuck in yr head or what yr listening to

ABIGAEL JAMESON-CAINE + suits

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

And the antidote was literally first in her mouth, so...

Cardan saying in twk “If you’re the sickness, I suppose you can’t also be the cure”

Then later Jude proceeds to get the antidote to cure him when he’s poisoned lol

Also Cardan in twk thought that Jude spied for Dain because she was his lover (and not because of geas against being compelling)

There are two ways for mortals to become permanent subjects of the Court: marrying into it or honing some great skill. (TCP, Jude while getting ready for a revel) Do not reveal all that you can do. Show your power by appearing powerless. That is what I need from you.” (TCP, Dain to Jude, after the hand-stabbing scene) But I cannot forget his words to me: You are my creature, Jude Duarte. I touch my wounded hand to the hilt of my silver sword, the sword my father forged. After tonight, I will be the High King’s spy and a true member of his Court. (TCP, Jude during the coronation but before it went GoT) There were only two ways of being part of the court without raising suspicion. And Dain told Jude explicitly to not show any of her skills. Jude should have been way more worried about what Dain was planning for her. 

Crashing | Jurdan Fake Hating One Shot

Written for: @poeticbrownmermaid​ for my 1k celebration!

Massive thank you to: @clockworkgraystairs​ and @sweetlyvillainous​ for beta reading this and holding my hand before I posted 🥺❤️

Summary: You’ve heard of fake dating. Get ready for fake hating. It’s all very romantic.

Rating: M/E for explicit language and a short, soft focus smut scene (a steam scene, if you will). The sexy parts start and stop after the ☽☽ in case you want to skip.

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“You taste—” I’m cut off by my own giggle, which rises to my lips like my mouth is a glass and my laugh is the Champagne they’re serving at this dumb party. “You taste like bubblegum.”

Cardan looks at me funny, then snorts. “What?”

His eyes are beguiling when they’re amused. Even more beguiling when they’re amused and looking at me. They are dark intoxication. They compete against the night sky for vastness. I could swallow them whole.

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