hey guys unpopular opinion but you’re not a bad person if you don’t care about every bad thing happening in the world all the time, or if you do care but you’re not constantly reblogging posts spreading awareness and information
it’s okay if you’re just on tumblr to have fun and reblog things you like or that make you happy.
humans aren’t made to process trauma and suffering on a worldwide scale without any breaks whatsoever & the internet has created an unprecedented access to bad news so please never feel guilty for scrolling past it because you can’t process it! and you’re not doing anything wrong & there’s no need to feel guilty
Hey do y’all fucks remember two years ago when just before the election all these “don’t vote both parties are bad” or “vote independent!” Posts were going around and then Trump won and now two weeks before midterms there’s all these “don’t bother voting, revolution is the only way!” And “your vote isn’t gonna matter and is an ineffective way to protest” posts are going around? Yeah knock that shit right the fuck off, don’t fall for it and get your ass to the polls, we are not doing this again.
Voting is a civic duty, not a protest. The two are not mutually exclusive, nor should they be conflated.
While human rights can be violated by individuals or by institutions, they can only be defended by institutions. The European Court of Human Rights does not deal with single individuals who have committed crimes. Rather, it focuses on why the government in question could not take action against what happened. But where are the doctors, politicians and all the people who personally contributed to or carried out such surgeries, and when they are going to take responsibility for their actions? In order to take action against this human rights violation, blaming the Communist regime is not enough. The practice continues today and forcibly sterilized Romani women are still a long way from receiving true justice.
if you are non Rromani you need to stop what you’re doing and reblog this. Don’t ignore it. They are literally treating us like animals. They set our houses on fire. They lynched (literally) a Rromani chavo not too long ago. We are dying. Please don’t ignore us.
“Wait!” Thorin shouted after the squealing fauntlings. “Come back!” It was no use. Yet another group of little ones had run off without taking any candy. Was it because he was a Dwarf? Or had he decorated the smial insufficiently? Whatever the reason, he couldn’t help feeling let down. Trick-or-treat night was not at all what Bilbo had promised.
He sighed and scratched the edge of his forehead where the paint had begun to itch. And after I dressed up, too.
“What’s wrong? Is the candy insufficient?” Bilbo came up beside him and squinted into the sunset, a hand over his eyes. “Ungrateful little trolls! I spent hours making those sweeties last night. Have you ever heard of anything so -” He turned to Thorin, his face indignant, and stopped short with a scream to rattle the windows. “AAAHHHHH!”
“What? What? Are you all right, Bilbo?” Thorin grabbed his husband by the shoulders, which didn’t help the screaming situation. “Why is everyone screaming at me tonight?” Surely it wasn’t possible that Hobbiton had decided to have a collective apoplexy without notifying him. Perhaps if he shouted for a raven and sent word to Oin…
Bilbo shook in his grasp. “Y-you…you…” His breath came in goldfish-like gulps. Right, so not collective after all. “You…” He pointed at Thorin’s face. “What is that on your face?”
“Food?” He had had pumpkin tarts earlier.
“No, not that, you ridiculous sausage!” The color was beginning to come back into Bilbo’s face. “What in the name of all the Valar do you think you’re playing at, painting your face up like that? You nearly scared my heart out of my chest!”
“But it’s only a bit of paint,” Thorin protested. He wasn’t even very good at it. Nori was much better at costuming than he was. “I’m an Orc demon from that story I told you. You said it was clever.”
Bilbo shook his head. “The story. I said the story was clever, not painting yourself up to look like something out of everyone’s nightmares. No wonder those poor faunts have been running. How many angry parents do you think we’ll have to deal with later tonight?”
“I didn’t know Hobbit children scared that easily,” Thorin admitted, feeling more than a little downtrodden. He looked down at his feet, which even after all these months he hadn’t been able to start leaving bare yet. “I’m so sorry, Bilbo. I’ve ruined everyone else’s Beggar’s Night. Can you forgive me?”
Bilbo stared at him, lips pursed, and then melted into a friendlier expression with a sigh and a squeeze to Thorin’s middle. “I suppose,” he said, giving that irritated huff of his. “Just go wash your face and we’ll start again. But just in case…” He shook a finger at Thorin in warning. “I’m holding the sweets bowl this time. You’re not to be trusted.”
Thorin snorted. “Yes, my dearest,” he said, and kissed Bilbo’s cheek before he turned to go to the washroom, leaving Bilbo to splutter behind him.
Thanks to my amazing wife, @wikdsushi, for the idea on how to fill this. 😀 Hope you like it, @emsiecat!
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