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Hundreds of Jewish anti-war demonstrators have been arrested during a Passover seder that doubled as a protest in New York, as they shut down a major thoroughfare to pray for a ceasefire and urge the Senate majority leader, Chuck Schumer, to end US military aid to Israel.
The 300 or so arrests took place on Tuesday night at Grand Army Plaza, on the doorstep of Schumer’s Brooklyn residence, where thousands of mostly Jewish New Yorkers gathered for the seder, a ritual that marked the second night of the holiday celebrated as a festival of freedom by Jews worldwide.
The seder came just before the US Senate resoundingly passed a military package that includes $26bn for Israel.
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me looking at brahmin………….what if they were fluffy?
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hmmm why does my uterus hurt and why do i feel kinda off. weird. surely these are not the warning symptoms of a predictable biological process that occurs on a regular schedule. anyway. im going to wear white pants today.
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I love the "Where's the Chantry? Not in Darktown!" npc dialogue bc she gets it.
I fucking love Darktown. Like there's all these people, they're rotting here, they're dying here; in the sewers, in the dark. And where's the Chantry, for all its supposed charity, for all the gold they have in that huge church to build a gilded statue where the qunari used to be? Not here. They don't care about the poor dying folk of Darktown or even Lowtown. The city of Kirkwall lays on Darktown like a blanket, like a sheet or a shroud; covering up what those above don't want to see, what isn't pleasant. But there's a lantern light that promises healing and salvation for a minute, at least.
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they moved wyll to the center for good pr
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i know that "unalive" is part of larger worrying trend of self censorship but if you really are in a situtation where you have to avoid the words "die" or "kill" the english language already has centuries worth of much better euphemisms. the iconic and perennial "six feet under"? the lovely imagery of "pushing up daisies"? "shuffle off this mortal coil"????? literally anything from the monty python dead parrot bit???? you have so many options. please try to be more creative at least
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Have you ever seen a violinist going APESHIT?!
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Look at this goofy fucker pretending to be a writer. GET OUTTA HERE
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What makes the farmer of Stardew Valley so... different?
What made the Junimos believe this twenty-something loser could be their saviour?
Why does everyone accept their behaviour, and choose to believe they're a friend when their behaviour is almost stalkerish?
Why did Mr Qi believe they were interesting enough to meet?
When anyone else visits the old community centre, they find an abondened building with rotted wood beams and plants growing through the floor, but when the Farmer explores, the spirits of a different world greet them at the door.
Everyone knows of these legendary fish, rumoured, but never seen. The Farmer can find them all with unnatural ease. Willy has worked in the fishing industry for his whole life and he only knew of their existence, and has not once been able to find one.
The explosive force of several kilos of dynamite should be enough to shred a person to pieces, but, it just knocks them around a little.
Aliens crash landed on his property. The witch cursed his farm, the skeletons cursed his luck. The fairies gave him blessings in return.
Why is it that when anyone else looks down, they see dirt, but when the Farmer looks, they find an ancient fossil of unknown origin? Why does regular food and drink change them at the atomic level?
Is it a blessing or a curse to be at the centre of the vortex, forever forced to play out century-old vendettas and be the change in a thousand lives? Wherever the farmer goes, the world moves with them, twisting itself around to curse and appease them as much as possible. Is the Farmer drawn to the supernatural, or is it the supernatural that finds the farmer so alluring?
And everywhere they go, Mr Qi watches, and waits.
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a-girl-named-fran · 7 days
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this is what i mean when i type 👀 btw
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on a post containing 4 thirst traps, one for each male companion except wyll, with the 4th picture being gale a second time
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"boy"? beloved that is a grown man. you arent gonna get thrown in jail for putting a 24yo monster hunter with facial hair in the wavemothers robe, no matter how poorly you misunderstand his character. gun to my head you couldnt make me say that
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