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xintre · 2 days

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The Great Lakes and Saint Lawrence River superimposed on a map of Europe

#sometimes i forget about the Great Lakes #they're kinda just there to me

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xintre · 15 days

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the fact that op turned off rbs is very very funny to me. anyway i want this post on my blog too.

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xintre · 15 days

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Terrorist definition: a person who uses unlawful violence and intimidation, especially against civilians, in the pursuit of political aims.

Victim definition: a person harmed, injured, or killed as a result of a crime, accident, or other event or action.

War Crime definition: a violation of the laws of war that gives rise to individual criminal responsibility for actions by combatants in action, such as intentionally killing civilians or intentionally killing prisoners of war, torture, taking hostages, unnecessarily destroying civilian property, deception by perfidy, wartime sexual violence, pillaging, and for any individual that is part of the command structure who orders any attempt to committing mass killings including genocide or ethnic cleansing, the granting of no quarter despite surrender, the conscription of children in the military and flouting the legal distinctions of proportionality and military necessity.

Ethnic Cleansing definition: the mass expulsion or killing of members of an unwanted ethnic or religious group in a society.

(According to wiki and google dictionary)

Now, what was that one thing saying something about aiding a criminal? Right, it was "Aiding and Abetting is a crime also known as 'accomplice liability' and is delineated in Penal Code Section 31."

Logically, we can certainly apply this same concept to terrorism. Aiding a terrorist in any way makes one an accomplice, and therefore, a fellow terrorist. We all agreed with this when the Taliban allowed Al Qaeda to remain in Afghanistan while they planned their attack on the twin towers.

Here is my point: Israel clearly fits under the definition of "Terrorist." They have intentionally killed, and injured civilians. Not only that, but these are all war crimes, including preventing aid, especially medical, from getting to civilians, sexually harrassing said civilians... Torturing and killing prisoners of war, pillaging the homes they carpet bombed (including taking pictures of women's undergarments), and... Wow, wouldn't you know, ethnic cleansing. The definitions are all there, so why isn't this making sense to everyone? And why is America supporting and providing resources for this to continue?

The answer is this: the American Government, and any other supporter of Israel, is a Terrorist. Some who support Israel may not have provided resources to them, but encouraging this killing and destruction makes supporters accomplices, and therefore, according to the concept of American law, just as guilty.

#free palestine !!#palestine #��🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸#war crimes #ethnic cleansing #israel is a terrorist state #america is a terrorist state

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xintre · 17 days

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Funny how America is "pro-life" and bans abortions but the government is still bombing people

So either they're lying or they don't consider Palestinians as people with lives

#palestine #free palestine !!#free gaza 🇵🇸#🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸#palestinian lives matter #where's the “pro-life” for Palestine?

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xintre · 2 months

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I think what separates naive, high school love from mature love is that, with the former, you seek something resembling perfection because you want the satisfaction of living up to a certain set of standards; whereas, the latter is about seeking out the imperfections in yourself, your partner, and your relationship and you accept them.

#hence why people like looking at their partners old HS photos #does this even make sense?#what do i know?#i mean #logically idk anything #the only relationship experience i have is my discord wife #*sobs*

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xintre · 2 months

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#I think you mean baked #jjk

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xintre · 2 months

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And I'm still in denial a good six months later

JJK MANGA SPOILERS

thanks mya! definitely needed that reminder 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😢😢😢😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I miss him Sm i cant

#jjk spoilers #jjk #*sobs*#please don't let it be true

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xintre · 2 months

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Why is it that one of my posts get more than 2 notes when I say boob?

He's the kind of guy to blush upon seeing a boob for the first time and say "that's a lot of individuality"

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xintre · 2 months

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I need a fantasy harem anime about a girl who dies a horrible death and her soul ends up being transported into the body of a princess in an unfamiliar world with magic and she's got a bunch of guys like princes, nobles, knights and pirates falling for her and tryna *win* (not claim) her heart and oops plot twist she falls in love with her female maid and I need it to have ACTUAL PLOT not just "ooh you're cute I'll woo you and then the show is over happily ever after"

#not a want #a need #anime #give it to me #plot ideas #plot twist #REAL PLOT #not just love then happily ever after #anyway #idk #bye

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xintre · 2 months

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ALONE || SATORU G.

♡ — SUMMARY: Yuji goes to Satoru for relationship advice, not knowing that the only love his teacher has ever known has been lost forever.

♡ — CONTENT: angst, mentions of reader’s death/dying during childbirth.

♡ — WC: 1.1k

“Are you busy?”

Yuji’s worrisome voice caught Satoru’s attention. The white-haired man, who sat on an outdoor bench, lost in thought, curiously looked up at the teenager standing in front of him.

“Hm?” Satoru paused. “Nope, I’m not busy at all. Something wrong?”

When Yuji didn’t answer immediately — his brown eyes glaring at the concrete ground as a telltale sign that something was bothering him — Satoru nodded at the empty spot on the bench, inviting him to sit.

Without hesitation, Yuji sat down and slumped over.

“I’m having girl problems.”

“Oh?” Satoru raised his eyebrows. “Do you need pads or-”

“Hey! Not like that,” with a frown, Yuji buried his face in his hands, the tips of his ears turning red from utter embarrassment.

Coming to his teacher for advice in general was humiliating enough for him, but he couldn’t imagine that anyone else would have been able to help him out.

Satoru was one of the very few people he knew who seemed to think about life outside of being a jujutsu sorcerer and could potentially offer him some advice.

“There’s a girl I’m interested in. I really like her, ya know? But I’m not sure how I should ask her out. I wanted to go see Human Earthworm 3 with her, but Nobara said that most girls aren’t into stuff like that. But if I ask her to see a chick flick, then what if she gets mad at me for assuming she’d wanna see that stuff because she’s a girl? But if I ask her to pick a movie, then it might seem like I’m putting pressure on her to make all the important decisions because I don’t care enough or something. What should I do?”

Satoru smiled softly. Looking at his dear student was like looking at his own reflection. Years ago, he too was a teenager, frustrated and flustered over a girl.

“Well, there are a bunch of movies that aren’t chick flicks or creepy films that you could take her to see. You could suggest three films and have her pick one. That way, it shows that you care, but you don’t make the mistake of assuming what she’d like. Also, I’d recommend going to dinner after the movie instead of before, that way you both have something to talk about.”

Yuji glanced up at his blindfolded teacher and blinked, taking in the valuable advice.

“Right! Good idea!” Breaking out into a smile, Yuji said, “I knew I made the right decision by asking you!”

“You sure did. I’m an expert, you know.”

Yuji laughed softly. Suddenly, the upturned corners of his mouth slowly fell into a frown, and his eyebrows furrowed as a thought crossed his mind.

“Hey,” Yuji turned his head to face Satoru, his eyes squinting from the afternoon sunlight. “You’re not really an expert, are you? I’ve never seen you with anyone before. Are you in a secret relationship or something? What goin’ on?”

A gentle, sad smile graced Satoru’s face, his voice soft and tender as he spoke. “Nope, I’m all alone.”

“Oh.” Yuji dropped his gaze to his red shoes. “Wait a minute, what about that one lady you went to go see?”

“What lady?”

“Uh . . .” Scratching his cheek awkwardly, the teenager mumbled, “I kinda overheard you telling Nanamin that you were gonna buy flowers on your way to see . . . uh . . . I think her name was Y/N. That was about a week ago. What about her?”

Typically, Satoru wasn’t the sort of person to find himself at a loss for words. But, right now, his mind, body, and soul seemed to have disconnected, caused by a broken spirit.

He was quiet only for a moment, but it was long enough for Yuji to innocently look up at him with great concern.

A lump formed in Satoru’s throat, but he spoke anyway.

If there was one thing he excelled at, it was being able to function through his pain. He had years of experience with that sort of thing.

“You misunderstood. That’s what you get for eavesdropping,” Satoru suddenly removed his blindfold, ignoring the ache in his head when he did so. He brought the soft black fabric to his lips, and gently kissed it. You had given it to him. “Y/N was someone I was in love with. I met her when I was around your age. She died five years ago, and I was getting flowers before heading to her grave.”

“Oh man, that sucks. I’m really sorry,” A flash of guilt washed over Yuji’s innocent face. “I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine,” Satoru interrupted, locking eyes with his student. “It’s not like it’s a big secret or anything.”

The soft buzz of insects bouncing around in the nearby grass filled the silence as the sky darkened, the sun kissing the world goodbye. Satoru’s eyes flickered down to Yuji’s fidgeting hands, his fingers toying with the sleeve of his hoodie as he stared at the ground.

“What’s wrong?” Satoru questioned. He knew his student all too well and could tell that the younger boy was biting his tongue, quite both figuratively and literally.

“I was just wondering . . . how did she die? If that’s an okay thing to ask. You don’t gotta tell me if you don’t wanna. But I won’t lie, I’m curious, ya know?”

Satoru hummed, thinking about how death was a peculiar topic that the kind sorcerer was wholesomely interested in.

“Childbirth.”

“What?” Yuji’s spikey strands of hair shifted as he whipped his head in Satoru’s direction, eyes widening. “Seriously? That’s . . . I thought . . .”

“You thought she might have died in battle?” Satoru placed his blindfold back on, not to ease his aching eyes, but so Yuji wouldn’t see the tears starting to brim in his reddened waterline. “Sometimes we forget that sorcerers can die in other situations as well, don’t we?”

“Yeah.” Yuji didn’t know if it was okay to ask another question or not. Satoru spoke with misery coating his words. But curiosity was a thirst that couldn’t be easily quenched. “What was she like?”

A heartbroken smile graced Satoru’s face.

“Well, she was shyer than most. Kind. A good person. It was pretty funny, because she could kill curses and take down enemies, but she was always too nervous to ask for oat milk instead of whole milk in her lattes whenever we’d go to a local coffee shop. And she was lactose intolerant too, but still wouldn’t ask. She was a hugger, but really only towards me. Couldn’t stand pollen. Loved watching TV and reading short romance stories about fictional characters. She was so . . . I loved her more than I can express with words.” Satoru had to clear his throat. “I wish I could say she died peacefully, but she looked scared. Died right in front of me . . . trying to deliver my kid.”

Satoru thought about your teary, bloodshot eyes, shining with fear as you held on to him while lying helplessly in a hospital bed.

He was stroking your hair, telling you that everything would be okay when the light left your gaze, and suddenly, you were nothing more than a corpse.

Yuji was silent, but Satoru knew what his next question would have been: did the child survive?

“My kid didn’t make it either.”

“I’m sorry,” Yuji mumbled. “I wish I could fix it. I wish there was something I could do. But . . . I hope you find love again someday.”

“I don’t.” As Satoru spoke, a single tear fell. “If it’s not with her, I don’t want it. I’d rather be alone.”

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#thanks for this #didnt wanna keep those tears anyway #now if you'll excuse me #*sobs*

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xintre · 2 months

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The way you draw Emmet looks like if I shook him like a piggy bank many, many, joltiks would pour out of his pockets. You are my favorite submas artist.