And while this is happening while people are buried under rubble, while children freeze in tents, while entire families vanish overnight powerful men sit comfortably and present plans for a “New Gaza.”
Clean slides. Perfect buildings. Investment numbers. A future imagined without the people who are currently being erased.
They talk about peace while bombs are still falling. They talk about rebuilding while destruction is ongoing. They draw maps over land that is soaked with blood and call it hope.
The ceasefire is a lie.
What’s happening is ethnic cleansing, repackaged with the language of development and diplomacy. You cannot build a “new” city by destroying the people who belong to it. You cannot promise a future while actively killing the present.
This isn’t peace. It’s violence with better branding.
Today, three journalists were killed in a single airstrike.
Not soldiers. Not fighters. Journalists. People who believed that if they kept documenting, if they kept filming, if they kept writing, the world would eventually care.
In Gaza, telling the truth has become one of the most dangerous things you can do. Holding a camera is treated like holding a weapon. Every photo risks your life. Every report could be your last.
They had names. Families. People waiting for them to come home. They were not numbers, and they were not mistakes. They were silenced because truth is inconvenient, because images expose what statements try to hide.
When journalists are killed, it’s not just lives that are lost it’s evidence. It’s memory. It’s the last barrier between reality and denial.
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Donations for GAZA
This donation campaign is for ANAS family. Not for strangers, not for a cause I’m distant from but for the people who raised me, the people I love, the people I’m terrified of losing.
They are in Gaza, trying to survive something no human being should ever have to endure. Constant bombardment, displacement, hunger, fear, and the feeling that tomorrow is never guaranteed. Every day is about staying alive one more night.
If you choose to help, you are not donating to an abstract crisis. You are helping real people with names, memories, and lives that matter to me more than anything.
If you can’t donate, please reblog. Visibility is sometimes the only protection we have left.❤️
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please pray for the philippines, people are getting killed, injured, and red-tagged amidst the riots and rallies... most of my friends are within or close to the affected areas, police are detaining protesters and students, whoever they see on the streets, even breaking into dormitories asking residents for their information. im really scared...
hey, filo and non-filo mutuals alike, if you could, please spread awareness about what’s going on within the west philippine sea! our seas have been compromised since early 2024 and china has resorted to harassing filipinos, somebody was physically injured. please be aware of what’s happening!
hey loves! I'm gonna be pretty inactive on this blog and it won't be easy to reach me immediately here so if you ever need to reach me the quickest way is to contact me on my new alt blog @bubooo (I'm still working on setting it up, but I'll be on that blog for a while seeing as I'm not writing at the moment and its just a breath of fresh air. I honestly do not know for sure how active I'll be on this blog so we'll see about that)
moots please reblog to let people know ! I'm going to keep one of my devices logged in on this blog just in case but I'll primarily be on the new blog now. thanks for your time lovelies !!
genre: slightly angsty but has nothing to do with iwa (he helps), fluffy moments, comfort, reader realizes that perhaps the one was right in front of them the entire time
disclaimers: reader has a bf for plot, there is no cheating!! reader is going to split up with this bf dw
a/n: remember you always deserve love!
reblogs and comments are appreciated <3
if iwaizumi hajime said that he wasn’t used to emotional responses from the people closest to him, he’d be the biggest liar of all time.
knowing oikawa for as long as he had, he’d almost come to expect the cycle of responses based off their games, their grades, or even minor inconveniences. his friend was strong, sure, but he knew what to expect from the childish setter.
but you. he didn’t know what to expect when you, the strongest person he knew, appeared at his doorstep.
behind you, the darkening hues of evening brought out the shadows in your face, and he could see the weight of the sadness you held on your shoulders.
“iwa….hajime,” you tried, shakily smiling when he finally met your gaze.
he was going to kill whoever did this.
“come inside,” he said immediately, escorting you by your shoulder to the inside of the foyer. he pulled up a chair for you to sit, his eyes never leaving your form.
“thanks for taking me on such short notice,” you said, settling into the chair, “i….didn’t know where else to go.”
he inched closer, green eyes filled with a concern so deep, you were momentarily speechless.
“what happened?”
your breathing stilled for a moment as you recounted the events that had led you to where you sat now.
“my boyfriend…..wasn’t very nice to me.” you started, “i mean, it’s not his fault. i wasn’t really cooperating with him. he wanted me to hang out with him, but i had a test and really needed to study. he hasn’t said more than a few words to me since.”
iwaizumi clenched his fists. when oikawa had first told him the news of your relationship, he’d extended a congratulations.
that period of felicitation was short lived however. your boyfriend was a dick — plain and simple —and iwaizumi couldn’t think of anyone who deserved you less.
“what do you mean it’s not his fault?” iwaizumi chose to say, hiding his frustration at your tolerance for mistreatment. you tolerated far too much.
“well, we’d had a deal,” you began, “once we got through last week’s exams, we were supposed to take this week chill together. he’d been so nice about it too, but as soon as i changed my mind and wanted to do well….he just….shut me out. i called him you know…and he barely said anything.”
“and?” he asked expectantly. he knew you. he knew you wouldn’t accept that forever.
“i begged to communicate.” your voice broke a bit at the end, and iwaizumi would’ve enveloped you in a hug hadn’t it been for the topic. “i said we needed to communicate so we could see how to make this work for the both of us. he said he’d said everything. i begged him to talk but….well i just hung up and he never called back.”
you fell silent, the weight of it heavier than anything you could’ve endured. your phone sat limply in your pocket, with no signs of anything.
he wasn’t going to call tonight. that was certain.
iwaizumi sighed, meeting your eyes. “you don’t have to take this you know?”
you looked back at him in surprise. “what do you mean?”
“i mean,” he said, reaching his hand to set gently on top of your own, “you don’t need to keep staying with someone who treats you like this. i know how much you’ve taken from him, but the least he could’ve done is call back.”
“i’m hopeful,” you admitted, watching iwaizumi’s eyes shift into something more determined.
it took you a moment to realize, but sitting there, iwaizumi’s hand on top of your own, you were calmer than you’d been in months.
“if he cared to talk this out, he would’ve called. it doesn’t take long to even shoot a text. what he’s doing is holding you to his standards and belittling you for making your own decisions.”
iwaizumi paused for a moment, as if in deep thought. “and someone like you doesn’t deserve that. someone as brilliant as you deserves someone who uplifts and cherishes your efforts.”
“you think i’m brilliant?” you blurted out, immediately embarrassed when the ace grinned blindingly at you.
“yeah,” he laughed, a slight tinge of pink making its way onto his ears. “the world is yours if you ask for it, y/n.”
you sat there stunned for a moment, the weight of the words shifting your entire view. you’d never realized before how loyal iwaizumi was to you.
he had always had your best interests in mind. whether it be escorting you home on days your boyfriend didn’t care to, or even sacrificing his sleep schedule just to ensure you were feeling alright if you couldn’t sleep at night.
he was devoted in all the ways your boyfriend could never even dream of being.
perhaps, you were looking in the wrong place all along.
perhaps, your perfect fit was right in front of you.
“thank you hajime.” you whispered, leaning in to hug him. he held you tight to his chest, never once wavering as you clung to him like a lifeline. “i think i’m going to call things off.”
iwaizumi rubbed circles onto your back. “no matter what happens, i’ll be here.”
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