Rare firsthand accounts by Israeli whistleblowers cast light on the horrific conditions in the Sde Teiman torture camp in Naqab Desert. Palestinians are stripped down, blindfolded, forced in diapers, and forbidden from speaking. They are subjected to beatings and mental degradation regularly. So much depravity that has gone unseen. Doctors performing procedures outside of their expertise, amputations due to zip-typing of abductees’ wrists, having large dogs unleashed on them at night. Being fed food through straws. I can’t believe it. I am truly in shock. And this is just one whistleblower accounting of this. Who knows what else is happening beyond our knowledge
Worth mentioning that multiple Palestinians have recounted these stories before, as direct victims detailing their experiences. What's unique about these accounts from CNN Israeli whistle-blower is that they're from an Israeli, therefore people are more likely to take this seriously.
We were supposed to have until April to leave comments, but the cdc has officially ended the 5 day isolation period as of today, March 1st, 2024.
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Summary: james and reader have been best friends since they were little. what happens when there's drunk declarations of feelings at Sirius' birthday party?
Requested: yes or no (please send me requests!)
Warnings: none!
Word Count: 1,499
James Potter was warm.
He liked the band Queen and he wasn’t afraid to dance to his favorite songs.
He enjoyed hot cups of tea with extra milk and sometimes cinnamon sprinkled into it.
He smelt of broomstick wood, honey, and musk.
The most important things to him were his family and his friends.
His laugh could light up an entire room.
Yes, James Potter had an invincible ego, but his heart easily matched it.
The good thing about being neighbors was that it brought people who were close by even closer. James was your best friend because of this.
He would aid in catching frogs in the rain, laughing whenever they jumped at you and caused you to shriek. The two of you would build only the biggest snowmen, with mismatched buttons for eyes and a wonky carrot for the nose. James would take his own winter hat off and plop it onto the snowman’s head.
“There,” he’d say with a proud smile. “I think we should name it James Jr.”
“Why does it have to be your name? Why can’t it be mine?” you’d ask.
“Because, he’d never be complete without me!” he’d grin and point at the beanie.
Every time.
You were thinking about that specific memory when you heard a voice.
“Alright, Y/n?”
You turned your head, seeing Remus descend the stairs from the boy’s dormitories.
You shrugged.
“Can’t sleep.”
He nodded.
“Same.”
He sat down by the crackling fire, making himself a cup of tea.
“What’s plaguing your mind?” you asked him, straightening yourself on the Gryffindor sofa.
He sighed.
“Full moon in two days. You?”
“Potions essay,” you lied.
He nodded once more, sipping at his tea and opening a book in his lap.
“If you need help with it, you can always join us in the library. Lily’s quite knowledgeable on Potions. She always comes,” he offered with a small smile.
You knew Lily was exceptional at Potions, she was the reason you were doing so well in the class.
“Thanks, Rem,” you smiled. “I might take you up on that.”
You did your best to fake a yawn and stretched your arms.
“I think I’ll try to go to sleep. I hope you feel better.”
He offered a smile in thanks before returning his eyes to the pages on his lap.
You ascended the stairs to the girl’s dormitories, making your way to the room with Mary, Marlene, and Lily. You watched in envy as they slept, knowing you’d return to your tossing and turning.
***
You woke up, your brain and body clinging to the one hour of sleep you got as you dressed yourself and made your way to the Great Hall.
“Oi!” you heard from the Gryffindor table.
Your eyes scanned the long wooden bench, spotting a standing James with his hands waving at you in the air.
“I saved you some toast!”
You grinned, taking a seat next to him and digging in.
“How’d you know I’d be late?” you asked.
“Moony said you were up in the common room late last night,” he said, concern clear on his face. “What’s keeping you up?”
Your heart hammered in your chest.
“Nothing,” you were quick to say to defend yourself.
He looked at you, brows furrowed.
“Right… Well, hurry up, so we don’t get points taken away from McGonagall for being late,” he reminded you.
You finished your food, trying to ignore the queasy feeling in your stomach from nerves.
“Are you excited?” he asked, grabbing your books and carrying them for you as you both made your way through the halls to Transfiguration.
You frowned. “Excited for what?”
He gasped.
“Only the best house party of the year!” he exclaimed. “It’s Pads’ birthday today, we’re holding a surprise party for him tonight.”
You raised a brow.
“How does he not know you guys are holding a party for him?”
He grinned, pride wafting off of him like an aroma.
“We’ve been going along with a plan for days now, acting as though we have no idea it’s his birthday. Moony is ‘too busy with the full moon’,” he used his fingers as quotations.
“Yeah, but that’s actually true,” you interrupted.
He rolled his eyes.
“That’s not the point!” He shook his head. “As I was saying, Wormy is ‘too busy with Herbology work’ and I’m ‘too busy trying to perfect a prank on Snivellus’!”
“I seriously doubt he believes any of that,” you admitted.
He shrugged.
“You’d be surprised.”
***
By the time the party came around, James was right; Sirius truly was shocked. The common room was filled to the walls with people. He may have been right that it would be the biggest party yet as well.
But, you were too exhausted to have fun. After rejecting Lily and Mary’s multiple advances to get you to dance with them, you leaned against a tapestry, brooding as you held a glass of firewhiskey in hand. You watched in disgust, and honestly envy, as everyone practically got it on with each other; Marlene and Dorcas were snogging on a couch, Remus and Sirius were snogging not even five feet away from them, and there was a Hufflepuff couple getting handsy with one another next to them as well.
You saw James talking to a younger Ravenclaw girl, who was twirling her hair in her fingers, and you decided that that was the last straw. You tipped your head back and emptied the rest of the alcohol down your throat, that familiar burning feeling residing in your throat and belly, before you set the glass down somewhere and made your way up to your dorm. Maybe you could at least get some sleep, you thought. You felt your body sway up the stairs and all the way to your room, where you sat down on your bed and immediately felt tears start to well up in your eyes and a choked sob left your mouth.
“Y/n?”
What now?
“Please leave me alone!” you begged, now fully crying into your hands.
You heard footsteps come toward you.
“No way,” James sat down next to you, brushing the hair out of your face with his fingers and cupped the back of your head. “What’s wrong?”
You shook your head.
“Everything,” you croaked. “I’m the only one in that common room that’s not feeling someone up.”
He stifled a laugh.
“Do you want me to find someone you can get handsy with? Because I will, you best believe I’ll make it happen.”
You shook your head once more, tears falling down your chin.
“I could’ve killed that Ravenclaw girl,” you muttered.
Your eyes widened as you realized what you’d just said.
“Amelia?” he asked with a chuckle. “Love, she was asking me about Peter! I was his wingman!”
You put your head in your hands with a groan.
“I’m sorry,” you pleaded. “I don’t even know why I’m getting upset about that…”
“Hey,” he tapped your shoulder, mentally asking for your attention.
You looked up at him.
“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t like the thought of you getting handsy with someone else,” he admitted.
You raised your eyebrows.
“Are you serious?”
“No, I’m not Sirius… But speaking of Sirius, it’s his birthday and we’re having a huge party for him down in the common room!”
You shook your head, playfully shoving his shoulder.
“I’m serious, James!”
“Happy birthday, then!”
You rolled your eyes as he laughed.
“Fine, fine!” He put his hands up in defense. “No more jokes.”
You shook your head once more, fighting a smile.
“If you don’t want me to be with anyone else, and I don’t want you to be with anyone else…” he trailed off, “Then what does that mean?”
You shrugged.
“I suppose it means whatever we want it to mean.”
His hand grasped yours, fingers intertwined.
“Then it means whatever we want it to mean,” he confirmed with a nod.
Your chest felt full at this declaration between the two of you.
“James?” you asked.
“Yes?” he pushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
Your heart was going a mile a minute.
“Does that mean you can…kiss me?”
“Y/n,” his lips broke out into a grin. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that my entire bloody life.”
He grasped your face in his big palms and crashed his lips against yours, your lips finding a smooth rhythm. Your fingers moved to tangle themselves in his brunette curls, pulling at them experimentally. He moaned against your lips, the kiss becoming deeper and more passionate.
He pulled away for a moment, his lips a shade darker and plump.
“I guess I did find you somebody to get handsy with,” he winked.
“Don’t ruin this!” you warned with a laugh.
“I can think of a way to ruin you,” he wiggled his eyebrows, bringing your lips back to his.
Sirius Black’s surprise party sincerely was the. Best. Party. Ever.
Summary: reader is darth vader's padawan, but anakin skywalker is revealed to her during meditation
Requested: yes or no (please send me requests!)
Warnings: mentions of nudity, choking, oral sex (f receiving), squirting, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) just overall smut y'all
Word Count: 2,010
Lord Darth Vader awaited your presence.
Your Master.
The Jedi way had come to you naturally, its secrets whispered in your ears with every breath of wind. It flowed through your body like water, the Force swimming through your veins. No one agreed with Vader’s decision to train you. Hell, he wasn’t even sure why he had saved you. But he didn’t question it. He just knew that you were the singular Jedi he couldn’t kill. Then, you knew him as Anakin Skywalker. But the next time you saw him, he was Lord Darth Vader.
He would summon you. You would come. He would train you. He would excuse you. You would leave.
It was simple and routine, like a daily meal.
It was your very own ritual with Lord Vader.
People would whisper, wondering why you were so special, why you were the saved one. But no one dared to question his decision.
Today was like any other day. You woke up. You meditated. You ate your usual breakfast with a side of herbal tea. You dressed yourself in your tunic and pants. You were summoned through the Force to go see the Lord. You grabbed your saber and followed his orders.
“I hope you have brought your focus today, Y/n,” he announced as you entered the large room.
You bowed down.
“I always bring my focus for you, Master,” you responded.
He walked down the set of stairs, his cape flying in the air behind him.
“Shall we put it to the test?” he pulled his saber out from his side, the red color forming from the handle.
You copied his actions, your own blue saber doing the same.
“We shall, Master.” you agreed.
You trained, dueling with your sabers, red and blue clashing and igniting sparks of purple light throughout the space. He said things like “Use your anger, Padawan,” and “Feel the Force within you. Use it.”
Once the duel was over and his lightsaber was on the floor, you bowed to him. Your chest heaved and sweat droplets ran down your forehead. He used the Force to grab his red saber and put it away. You put yours away as well and got into position for meditation.
You put your legs in Lotus position and closed your eyes.
You were transported into a field filled with aromatic flowers, which wasn’t unusual. You felt a gentle breeze lift your hair from the nape of your neck, which felt nice in comparison to the sweat sticking your hair to your skin previously. You breathed the sweet floral aroma into your nostrils, focusing on your breath as you exhaled and repeated.
“Padawan.”
You looked ahead and, for the first time, your Master himself stood in front of you. Except he didn’t look like Lord Vader.
He looked like Anakin Skywalker.
His name nearly slipped out of your mouth, but you composed yourself and corrected your brain.
“Master?” you questioned.
His smirk was barely noticeable.
“Focus, Y/n.”
You frowned, clearly confused, but obliged. You inhaled, breathing in that scent of the field that you loved so much, before exhaling and repeating.
You closed your eyes, but you could hear his footsteps. You could feel it as he walked closer to you, his presence getting more and more startling. You fought not to open your eyes.
“You’re doing so good,” you could feel his breath fan against your face. “Focus.”
Inhale.
Exhale.
It was getting harder and harder. You hoped he didn’t notice your breaths go uneven.
Of course he noticed.
You felt pressure around your neck.
“Focus,” he warned.
With every cell of restraint within you, you attempted to block him out as you breathed.
Inhale.
Exhale.
But you couldn’t help the sudden pulsing between your legs.
The last thing you heard was a chuckle before you were brought back to the room with Master Vader.
“You may leave,” he excused you.
You bowed down to him once more and left.
* * *
You woke up the next day, trying to ignore the fact that you spent the previous night grinding against your fingers for hours, thinking of Anakin Skywalker and his presence during your meditation. You ate your breakfast and drank your herbal tea, dressed in your tunic and pants, and waited for your Master’s invite.
It took longer than usual.
You were finally summoned through the Force, and you made your way to him with your heart thrumming in your chest.
When you arrived, he was turned around as usual.
“We are going to try something different today,” he announced.
You gulped.
“What did you have in mind, Master?”
He turned around, the light reflecting off of his helmet.
“We are going straight into meditation.”
Your cheeks flushed. You took your seat on the floor, going into position and closing your eyes.
Inhale.
Exhale.
It didn’t take long for you to go to your normal place, opening your eyes at the flower-covered field.
He was there again.
Like Master Vader, he was turned around. He was in his robes and his hair was long, the same way he looked in your last meditation.
He looked exactly like he had the last time you had seen Anakin Skywalker…before he turned into Darth Vader.
“Get your lightsaber ready,” he said, turning around to face you with a smirk plastered against his lips.
To your surprise, your lightsaber was at your hip. You grabbed the handle and turned it on, the blue light pouring out of it. He repeated your action with his own red saber.
You took position, circling around him slowly before attacking. The two of you dueled like normal, except you were aware of his facial expressions and his permanent smirk.
“Focus, Y/n!”
He could tell you were struggling. Of course, he could.
Sweat dripped down your back as you used the Force and fought him. Your sabers clashed together, sparks flying and sizzling onto some of the flowers.
Finally, you managed to get his saber out of his hands.
He nodded approvingly.
“My Padawan has proved herself well.”
You blushed and bowed to him.
“Thank you, Master.”
He walked closer to you, his lips upturned.
“Lord Vader’s one and only Padawan has proven to everyone that she is in fact a gift to the galaxy, much like her Master,” he complimented.
You nodded with a blush.
“Thank you so much, Master.”
He took a few more steps toward you.
“Perhaps it’s time that her Master shows her just how much she’s proven herself…?” he trails off, his hand coming up to meet your throat.
You lift your chin, staring into his eyes as he squeezes gently around your neck. You feel a pulsing in between your legs again, your limbs feeling weak and your mouth suddenly going dry.
Anakin moves your face close to his with his hand around your throat, finally meeting your lips with his own. It’s deep and fiery, filled with a passion that seems long overdue. His tongue slips between your lips and your tongue slides against his own. Your lips move against each other and your hands go to his hair, tangling in his chestnut locks. Suddenly, you feel his knee nudge your legs apart and move to your heat. You gasp at the intrusion and you can’t stop yourself from grinding against his knee.
“Look at my Padawan,” he laughs. “So needy, you’re humping my leg like a bitch in heat.”
You whimper aloud and he chuckles at your patheticness.
He moves his knee away from you and his hand unravels around your throat. He slips his robe off of himself, his tunic following. Your mouth gapes at his toned torso, his chest puffed out and abs flexing underneath the sun.
“Like what you see, Y/n?” His eyes are half-lidded and he looks more seductive than ever.
You nod, words seemingly impossible to produce at the moment.
“I’d like it if I could see my Padawan like this,” he admitted. “Could you do that for me? Can you take off your tunic for your Master?”
It took a moment to process his words, but you eventually nod and lift the fabric over your head and drop it onto the grass beneath you. His smirk gets more upturned as his lips return to your own and he grabs fistfulls of your breasts. Your lips open, your jaw dropping at the unknown feeling. His fingers play and tug at your nipples, his knee returning between your legs.
“Master!” you gasp.
He grins against your lips, using the force to tug your trousers down, the fabric pooling at your ankles. Anakin released himself from your mouth and followed your pants, his knees dropping onto the grass beneath him. He wasted no time in forcing a leg onto his shoulder and burying his face between your thighs. You cried, his tongue lapping up all of your juices.
“Master,” you repeated like a prayer, “Master, Master, Master…”
His tongue swirled around your sensitive bead before suckling it between his lips. You felt a familiar sensation building up within you, like a fire that’s being tended to. This sensation grew more and more as he sped up the pace, obscene noises filling the air between you.
A pressure made its way back to your neck, as though the ghost of his metal hand had been wrapped around your windpipe.
You screamed, thighs trembling around his face as you came onto his mouth. He lapped up all of your juices, groaning into your pussy which prolonged your orgasm.
Once your thighs stopped trembling around his chestnut curls, he stood back up and roughly turned you around. You could hear his pants drop to his ankles and he wasted no time entering you.
Your pussy squelched around him, your cum and your Master’s spit mixture a perfect lubricant for his thick cock. His metal hand replaced the Force, wrapping around your neck as he pounded into you.
“Kriff,” he cursed, skin slapping against skin.
You moaned in response, feeling him thrust deeply inside of you.
“I know you can give me one more,” he brought his other hand around your body, his finger rubbing tight circles against your clit. “I know my Padawan can come for me once more for her Master.”
The pleasure was building, but you just couldn’t get there. You were spent. Your legs were sore, your body was tired, and there were tears that you hadn’t realized were there running down your face.
“I can’t, Master!” you cried.
“You can,” he assured, his voice rough and dry. “Focus, Y/n.”
His hand tightened around your throat, his cool metal fingers pressed against your pulse point. At the same time, his tip brushed against a spot within you that you hadn’t known was there. Fluid gushed out between your thighs as you came, your body spasming against him. He held you tight, fucking you through it before you felt his cock spurt inside of you.
He slid out of you, both your juices combined spilling out and down your legs. He chuckled, wiping some of it with his fingers and popping his digits into his mouth with an, “Mmmm.”
Your jaw fell slightly at the sight, but you were so spent you could barely function. Anakin noticed your legs wobbling and laid his robe out onto the grass for you to lay on. You oblige, your chest heaving and your face flushed with exhaustion.
He used his tunic to carefully wipe you, cleaning your sex as best as he could.
“You did so good, Padawan,” he smiled, brushing stray hair out of your face. “I knew you could do it.”
You blushed.
“Was I good for my Master?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “You were good for your Master.” He ran his fingers through your hair, watching as you closed your eyes. “You may rest now, Padawan.”
And you did.
You inhaled the aroma of sex and the sweet smell of flowers around you.
Inhale.
Exhale.
You felt yourself slip away in your Master’s arms.
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