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a man self immolated in front of the israeli embassy in washington dc yesterday. not just any man. an active member of the us air force. he live streamed his death, and said that he refused to be complicit in a genocide any longer. he said that compared to what palestinians were facing every day, setting himself alight was nothing.

let me reiterate. an active duty air force member burned himself alive because he was so disgusted by what the us government was openly supporting. he live-streamed his own suicide, so the whole world could bear witness as a man in his military uniform set himself on fire to protest his government’s complicity in the horrors that we have all been forced to watch happen in real time. he became a new horror. footage of the immolation blurs him out the moment the fire catches, but you can hear him. it is over in seconds, really, but you can hear him screaming. he shouts “free palestine” until his body physically cannot make any sounds other than guttural screams of agony. and then he falls silent. a police officer arrives and points a gun at his still burning body, shouting at him to get down on the ground. and it is over.

his name was Aaron Bushnell. he was twenty five years old. and he isn’t here anymore because the political ruling class has decided that genocide is perfectly fine as long as it preserves imperialism. in the coming days, people will try to discredit him. to say that he was mentally unstable. they will try to bury his actions to save face and defend israel’s propaganda. do not let them. aaron knew what he was doing. he knew what he was doing when he put on his military uniform, set up his twitch stream, and made his final walk up to the embassy. he knew what would happen to him when he flicked that lighter. do not let them forget. aaron’s blood is on the hands of the political ruling class.

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trans activist, model, and actress hunter schafer was amongst the 50 people arrested yesterday at an action held in new york city to disrupt president joe biden’s appearance on late night with seth meyer.

she was there in coalition with the organization jewish voices for peace.

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🍉Data sources under the cut🍉

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filmed a truck coming in that contained the oranges that Abu Rabeh, the shop owner, was throwing onto the aid trucks ♥️

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Happy Birthday Trayvon Martin

Rest in Power

February 5, 1995 - February 26, 2012

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i like sanrio too but palestine is more important. a boycot shouldn't be comfortable and you are GOING to have to give some stuff up. yes even things you care about. people are dying and if you actually care about like a plushie more than people's lives, the culture and history of palestine, and so much more then i don't know what to say to you. boycott sanrio or shut up. you people will do anything to justify how you NEED to support the cute thing, actually!

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price is almost 40, hes come to terms with living a life that means he cant commit easily. he’s devoted to his job, it’s all he’s ever cared about. when he sees happy families in public, it doesn’t bother him. maybe in another life, that could have been his.

but then he meets someone, and it’s like all hes ever known is turned upside down. suddenly, he’s actually thinking about the what ifs, he’s actually living not just for work, but for the love of his life. he’s never felt home in a person before, and if this is what love is, fucking hell hes wasted so much time living without it.

and then it hits him like a freight train. suddenly, that’s all he sees. families, everywhere. small chubby hands grasping at their father’s hands, the sound of cherubic giggles. and that’s all he can think of.

and perhaps in this life, he was actually meant to have a family.

you two had been together for almost half a decade now, and lived comfortably. price stands behind you, buff arms wrapping around your waist as he draws you flush against him, his lips pressing gently against the hollow of your neck. he soaks in every inch of you before he’s deployed again, perhaps out of fear he’ll never get the chance to.

and when his hands uncurl against your slightly rounded stomach, his chin resting on your shoulder so he can watch him gently rub your little bump, he lets out a rumbling chuckle. “never thought i’d get the chance to be a father. ‘specially with the love of my life.” he says in a hushed voice, eyes closing as he simply breathes in the moment that soothes his weary soul.

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the reunion after almost 3 solid months of no contact was all simon anticipated. every time he had a slither of time, he would look at the weathered polaroid of you— innocent and wide eyed, a lipstick kiss on the back that he always gently rubs with his thumb for good luck. almost as though its a tether back to you.

and it hurts, no, cripples him to know that there’s a delay— the mission deadline has been pushed back because of undercover spies betraying 141. each time he runs at death’s ugly face, he knows that the only thread bringing him home is you. and that’s what gives him the strength to push through, even if it meant another month away from you.

you were so excited, it felt like you were going to throw up. waiting around on base wearing a pretty summer dress, smoothing out the folds with the palm of your hand to soothe your worries. four months without your si, and it felt like a lifetime. a death sentence. you never received the dreaded news anyone with loved ones in the military feared the most, so you didn’t really have anything to worry about. still, the anticipation was .. intense.

as each man walks out from the warehouse, grinning ear to ear as they welcome their loved ones with open arms, with each hug you felt your heart sink. where was he? it was eating you up. you half contemplated running into the warehouse yourself, but you figured you’d rather not get shot at.

“you’re a sight for sore eyes,” a familiar voice says, his mancunian accent drawling like a fine aged whiskey.

as you turn, you feel your chest tighten and relax simultaneously. “simon—!” you gasp, eyes welling up with tears as he greets you with his arms open, chuckling as you practically leap into his arms. “i’ve told you before, i don’t come out from that buildin’. that’s for the rookies.” he chuckles, eyes closed as he rests his chin against the crown of your head— simply savouring the comforting scent you have, one that brings a grounding sense of familiarity to his senses. “you tryin’ to say i’m not a real lieutenant, love?” he teases, grinning underneath his balaclava as he pulls back, weathered gloves affectionately stroking your cheek. you giggle, rolling your eyes. “must’ve forgotten.” you murmur gently, and simon swears he could see hearts in your eyes as you gaze up at him.

you make the fight worth it for simon. and four months seems like nothing when he finally finds his way back home to you.

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you gotta be able to say "die"

you gotta be able to say "suicide"

you gotta be able to talk about "sex"

they're uncomfortable topics, YEAH for SURE

because LIFE is uncomfortable. Death and suicide and sex and pain are straight up going to happen. not having words for the way it discomforts you doesn't make it more comfortable, it just makes you less able to reach out about it.

even more vital, you gotta be able to say words like "rape", "abuse", "queer" or "racist". cause we fought fucking hard to name those experiences. to identify "rape" as distinct from "sex" and "racism" as distinct from "acceptable behaviour" and "queer" as distinct from "invert"

like the function of communication is not to minimise immediate discomfort. we gotta be able to talk about stuff that's hard or sucks or causes difficult conversations.

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The more you ignore the more we are going to keep pushing.

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this is for the non curse bf!sukuna

when you first start going out he wouldn’t know what flowers to get you. he could ask you but- who tf asks their gf ‘hey what flowers do you like?’ he thinks that’s lame. so guy brings 5-6 diff flowers just for you.

can you imagine, him all tattooed and brooding buying you flowers in a pretty flower shop😭😭i’m crying :((((((

OKAY BUT IF HE DOES IT TO LIKE, ASK YOU TO BE HIS GF???

Like originally he was just going to take you out on a few dates, enjoy the company and yuuji and his Ma off his back, but that plan crumbled when he started to be the one to text you first. When he started to initiate dates. When he started to feel butterflies in his chest when you laughed.

Yuuji so graciously told him he had feelings and should cuff you before you get tired of him, and the idea swirls for a bit in Sukuna’s head before one night at four am, he storms into yuuji’s room and in a pure panic asks “how do I ask her out?”

Yuuji grumbles and throws a pillow at his brother, “flowers and candy, go back to bed.”

But Ryomen does anything but. Because there’s so many flowers and so many candies, how will he know which is your favorite? And as much as he’d love to ask you, it would ruin the surprise of being so excited at being his girlfriend that you’d have to say yes- a little manipulative, perhaps, but he’s not perfect despite what he says.

So he kinda goes… crazy.

He buys you all sorts of candy, everything from sour to chocolate, to even some cotton candy grapes and gummy bear watermelon and more candy flavored candy, all to put in a small bag that dangles from his thick wrist.

Next is the flower shop, and that’s even more stressful because how is he supposed to pick between roses and peonies and assorted and god knows what other breeds of flowers there are- one time, as a kid, he saw yuuji give a little boy a fistful of yellow dandelions, can’t he just do that?

According to the swipe of his credit card after picking out seven bouquets…. No. Apparently not.

He lugs everything out to his car with grunts of efforts, texting you telling you to be home because the smell of flowers is making him nauseous and the candy is probably melting in the warmth of the sun.

SENT please tell me you’re home?

Schnookums (god he needs to change that, why’d you ever put yourself as something so feral in his phone?) why, you coming over??

SENT no I’m making conversation

Tf

Of course that question means I’m coming over

Schnookums yayyyy okay 🥺💙

He scoffs before making a floor to your house, nerves making him speed a little too fast and almost run a few too many red lights, and he’s grateful that the cops he passed have mercy on him and let him get to your house without a ticket or handcuffs.

He gathers his bundle back in his arms and blindly makes his way up your driveway, using the sheer grace of the gods watching over him to not trip and crush everything under him. He sneezes god knows how many times, and once he’s finally at your door, he doesn’t know how long it takes him to knock successfully, but after 5 tries, he finally nails it.

And after a few short seconds, you open the door with a gasp of excitement. “What did you do!”

“I wasn’t- fuck!” The flowers start to slip as he tries to peer over them to look at you. You’re quick to make a move to help him catch them. “Fuck. God damn it. Ugh.” He clears his throat, “I wasn’t sure what flowers to get, so… I bought them all.”

“Whats in the bag?”

“An absolutely feral amount of sweets.”

You’re beaming at him, so excited between the gesture and seeing him that you immediately toss your arms around him, the crinkling of the bouquets being what snaps you back to life.

“Ah shit.”

“Sorry! Sorry!! I just… this is so sweet,” you say, smiling.

“Well, I uhh…. I wanted… you and I’ve been kinda… going out for a while….”

“Yeah?” You ask, and with the way your eyes widen and jaw slacks slightly, you know what he’s going to ask.

And he knows you’re going to make him do it.

“And I really… really have enjoyed it.” He takes a deep breath, “not sure why, but-“

“Shut up,” you snicker.

“But I kinda… want to do it. More. And… not let you do it with other people.”

“Okay,” you giggle.

“And I’m told the only way to do that is to make you my girlfr-“

“YES!” You scream, wrapping your arms around him again, and when he makes a noise of protest, you grab the flowers to put them on the ground, hugging him again tightly.

Tightly enough his organs hurt and his breath can’t get into his body, but this feels so right, so good and so comforting that he’d let you do it forever. He kisses your head and cradles it, letting the bag rest against your back.

“I can’t believe you went through all this trouble for me,” you murmur against him.

He chuckles, “don’t thank me too much yet. We still need to find vases for all of these because I’ll be damned if I let my kind gesture die within twelve hours.”

“I don’t even know if I own a vase.”

He stiffens, and you snicker in his grip.

“Well then I hope your don’t like your kitchen sink too much.”

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Bro was about to summon Mahoraga at the first episode lol, my boy was done with life from the start.

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what’s happening in congo? x

what’s happening in armenia? x

what’s happening in sudan? x

what’s happening in palestine? x

masterlist on palestine (full credit to creator)

brands that support israel!

what’s happening in guatemala? x

how hawaii was illegally annexed by the US.

some articles on tigray x

ace & aro - ace awareness week.

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It's unfathomable, even more so when you realize this isn't the first time Israel has done this. She was a baby. The men were so obviously red crescent medics, and still, Israeli soldiers shot and killed them.

It wasn't a misfired bomb. It was guns. They knew what they were targeting.

Anyone who defends this, for whatever religion you believe in, even if you believe in nothing at all, I can only hope the afterlife brings you your deserved suffering on a platter. You're disgusting, vile creatures, who must've snuck onto the Earth because there is no way in nature that you are human. Die.

نَّا ِلِلَّٰهِ وَإِنَّا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعُونَ

Save the children of Palestine. Protect the medics. Free Palestine. 🇵🇸