Lebanon actually arrested Hezbollah fighters??? And it's not april fools day you say???
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Lebanon actually arrested Hezbollah fighters??? And it's not april fools day you say???
I miss it all like a thousand fucking firecrackers. I miss it like a wound misses a knife and I miss it like a baby turtle misses the mother that they'll never see again, yet without her they would be nothing at all. I miss the small room I lived in piled with dirty clothes and sprinkled with trash and the dirt in my carpet from four years of the kindest people I have ever met. I miss knowing things and not showing up in person, but still managing to weasel my way into success. I miss my home, and I know my mom still flinches a millimeter when I say I miss home and I don't mean the place I grew up, but the place I went to school but that's the thing. We grow up our whole lives, not just from 0-18, and good god we must find home where we can, and sometimes home comes from choices made about who you are and where you belong, not where your parents found was the best place to raise you. So of course, I know where I grew up impacted me, finding part of what would be my very Queer self in a WASP-y community where many parents pretended to be slightly less conservative than they were and much of the youth pretended to be slightly more liberal than they were, which may sound like the same thing, but I swear to you it's not. I know the few people I truly deeply connected with from there will never fully leave me, but recalling that as home would be like recalling the air I gasped for while drowning as comfort, not the dry land where I could finally stop fearing a metaphorical death. So I miss college and I miss my dry land, and I am not gasping for air here either, but I sure as hell don't feel known or comfortable. However, that is the way of the fish, or some of them rather: to eventually walk on land as a means of evolution. So no, I still literally can't walk because I'm disabled, and I make crazy metaphors that don't quite make sense and make me sound crazier than I am (or perhaps just as crazy as I am). However, that's the thing about homes; they make you crazy because for so long, they were something mythical, always out of you grasp, too perfect. But then suddenly, there you are, and your wildest dreams are right in front of you, and you hurt; it all hurts, and everything is messier than you ever thought it could be, but then it solidifies and all of a sudden, you're not dreaming and you are as real as ever. Because. You do deserve good things.
So here I am, missing the comfort and love I worked my ass off to find, but knowing that one thing is real that I once thought mythical, and perchance many other things I perceive as mythical are simply waiting to be found.
The frustration is real when it comes to Robert. Almost getting a chance to truly shine with his own issue story or relating his relevant past to someone that it could actually help but it being taken away at the last moment each and every time!
They made Robert sympathetic to the audience those first couple of months then decided… nah, enough of that, that’s not in the decade old handbook… we need to go back to alienating him with the bulk of the characters and have his chances at a friendship be zero (who is gonna be his best person at the wedding? Vic will have to be back to take that on again because on one else will). And most of the alienation is based on contorting what was shown on screen to something that is larger than it truly was.
We have Robert and Aaron at the farm but we didn’t see them redecorate or make it theirs (this was their chance to rectify Aaron being MIA because he was in prison at the time). And don’t get me started with the birthday.
This year’s direction is a mess. We still haven’t gotten any idea substantively what their story is gonna be, just a broad concept. I hope things improve when they start airing again regularly and they stop being plot devices and focus on THEM, both individually and together, with pov’s and depth.
HOPE? - Hell On Planet Earth (2026)
HOPE? formed in Portland in 2020, playing punk that harkens back to the 90s US crust scene. The current lineup solidified in 2023, bringing together old friends from Minneapolis with new energy & a shared history that honed its identity. Their debut LP moves through grief and desperate rage with ferocious punk riffs, reaching for community and collective feeling as this fractured world is torn apart around us. For fans of Nausea and State of Fear.
The world is falling apart, but it keeps turning.
Jan 05, 25
Today I'm reading "Radio Silence" By Alice Oseman, it made me realize how much i need a friendship like Aled and Frances. I'm not lacking in friends so maybe thats selfish to say.
Max Verstappen’s long-serving race engineer, Gianpiero Lambiase, is to leave Red Bull and make a shock switch to McLaren.
No official announcement has been made, and there has been no comment from either McLaren nor Red Bull about the situation, but sources have indicated the plan will be for him to work alongside and help support current team principal Andrea Stella.
It is understood that Lambiase’s chief focus will be in taking on some of the in-weekend racing responsibilities that Stella currently has under his umbrella.
The growing complexity of F1 operations means that the role of team principal can now no longer cover everything, and McLaren has felt that bringing in someone with Lambiase's experience and talent will be a big help.
The move will take place at the start of 2028 unless an agreement is reached between McLaren and Red Bull for it to happen earlier.