Daily reminder to Americans on this website that American war on Iran is bad because Iranians are getting killed not because you can no longer afford going to the movies in the weekends or refill your car 😒
ok, no, but to be real, this is a terrible day for everyone. The collapse caused by these blockages of shipping will probably kill a lot of vulnerable people. This is the cost of US Imperialism, actually. This is just going to make things worse. I know we're distanced enough from it to go hahaha funny but like. In what world can we construe this as good
thats what they say, but they enforce this by shooting ships that come through there, so every major shipping company in the 'west' wont go through there. From what I understand, the 3 largest shipping companies have all decided to just avoid the place, so this isnt really targeted against Specifically Israel at all
Yemen explicitly said it is specifically against Israel, in solidarity with the Palestinian people against the genocide, and to support Iran after Israel kept bombing it. The decision is on the western companies, they weren't being targeted but they decided to feel threatened. Of course none of us here think its awesome awesome shipping delays happen, but honestly this is one of the least violent and least lethal ways they could've pushed back against the genocidal aggression, it is one of the most peaceful options. They aren't even stopping shipping the routes will just take longer. People support it because one of the few countries on earth is seriously pushing back against a genocide and Israel bombing other countries and this is far less violent than what Israel has been doing
Keep in mind that this came right after Israel imposed a blockade on any humanitarian aid going to Gaza as well as the fact that Iran had repeatedly warned Israel NOT TO BOMB BEIRUT as part of the ceasefire agreement or they'd respond. If these genocidal dogs can't be put on a leash and stop murdering people for five seconds, then this form of asymmetrical warfare is justified.
Not really birthday themed but I don't control what my brain comes up with
A bouquet of white lilies. Often used in both weddings and funerals alike.
"Hey…what do you think is supposed to be the difference between a fake vow and a real one…?. … I'm sorry, that's a strange question. I promise my trust issues are not THAT bad…"
YOURS not. Someone else, though…
If you voiced your worry, you'd only get reassured that Shion doesn't have to know about this mission, especially if he'd only take it the wrong way and threaten to kill people…
And yet, you couldn't deny who entered your mind at the slightest hint of the subject. The one you thought of as soon as you saw these flowers.
You liked to think of yourself as an honest person, as much as possible.
So you pray this whole thing could end before you'd have to say any fake vows.
But as you close your eyes and the flower scent invades your senses, you can't help but wish he was here so you could make a true vow.
———>
"Shion."
"…where have you been?"
"Look here…" you traversed Clementia's creaky wooden floors, the trail of moonlight from the windows, your only path.
"Here!"
Shion's shinning eyes peeked from under his cap. "…what ugly things. Where'd you get these? They stink."
You couldn't help but giggle. "That does sound like something you'd day." If these really smell bad to him, you felt bad for his nose.
"I thought of you as soon as I saw these," you said, taking one flower to fit it to his blazer's pocket.
You have never been more glad Clementia is a church.
THREATS OF VIOLENCE this has very typical shion behavior...
“MC.”
You jolt up in bed, stunned awake by the feeling of icy cold hands gripping your cheeks and pulling.
You take a deep breath, clutching your head before turning to who you know is the intruder. Shion is hunched beside your bed, watching you with bright, glowing eyes, expression serious. You’re a bit confused by his expression—normally, he’d be over the moon to freak you out, especially at night.
“Yes, Shion?” you whisper patiently, blinking slowly at him.
“Put those clothes on. The ones that look like they’re from the garbage.” he raises to his full height, crossing his arms over his chest, “Jo is making this disgusting spongy stuff covered in sugar today.”
“For...your birthday?” you mumble, turning toward the clock.
Midnight on the dot.
“I don’t care,” he scoffs, eyes sharp, “Get dressed.”
It’s sweet that he came to come get you, you suppose. Hauling yourself out of bed, you make your way to your wardrobe, yawning and stretching all the while. Shion watches you, gaze pinned to your back, and at this point in your—friendship? Relationship? Marriage? Who knows—with him, you don’t bother asking him to leave.
Once you’re fully changed, Shion crosses the room in a few quick strides and snatches your wrist in his grip.
“Vepar.”
That’s the only warning you get before the ground is swept out from under your feet and you’re sent careening into Dionysia. Shion grips your face tightly in his hand as nausea swells up within you, your vision glazed over from sleepiness and disorientation. Your cheeks are puffed from the force of his hold—but of course, he isn’t concerned.
You're concerned about what you two switched places with.
“You look gross,” he says, elated, “Stay with me tonight.”
There’s no room for argument as he drags you toward the Heebie Jeebie house. You stumble after him and yawn, just happy with the prospect of getting to lay your head down to rest again. Shion keeps looking back at you, as if searching for any further discomfort, but he finds none.
The halls of the Heebie Jeebie house are just as creepy as they always are, but you’ve been through them enough to barely flinch when various animatronics and sounds jump out at you and screech. Shion huffs at that, and you can’t tell if it’s amused or disappointed.
Finally, you make it to his makeshift bedroom, where he unceremoniously yanks you onto the bed with him. It’s suffocating, the way he coils around you like the tail of a giant dragon, legs tangling with yours as he giggles into your neck.
His arms are squeezing and squeezing and leaving no room for your lungs to expand, as if he wants to break through your flesh and find the organs underneath, tearing them out and making enough space for him inside your ribcage.
You wrap him up in your limbs just as fiercely, nose bumping his hairline. Shion’s high pitched and raspy giggles slowly fade into soft, even breathing.
You aren’t struggling to get away.
Of course, he realizes this.
“What are you trying to do?” he asks sharply.
“Hold you just like you hold me,” you reply simply, “You like holding people this way right? So you must like being held this way, too.”
“I could crush you. Cut you open.”
“I know.”
“I could kill you.”
“I know.”
Shion moves away from your face, the icy cold touch of his skin on yours fading with each second he looks into your eyes. You stare back, trailing your hand up and down his arms. When he doesn’t stop you, you touch his cheek.
He turns and bites into the fat of your thumb.
Your arm jerks away from him and he laughs, happy to finally get a reaction out of you. Huffing, you flop back against the bed and rub your other thumb over the bite. It’ll definitely bruise in the morning, and the other ghouls will definitely know who it came from.
“Do you actually want to sleep?” you ask pointedly, raising a brow.
Shion stops laughing immediately.
“I could keep you up all night. How long do you think it would take for you to start hearing things? Seeing things? There’s a woman by your dorm—”
“I know, Shion, you’ve told me before. Thank you for the warning.”
Shion frowns and crosses his arms over his chest for the second time that night. You simply collapse on the bed and close your eyes, and wait for his arms to encircle you again.
It doesn’t take long before Shion shifts next to you, adjusting his legs so they press against yours. Now, he feels like a board, stiff and still, and you can feel his eyes boring into you.
It doesn’t stop you from falling asleep—and it doesn’t stop Shion from slowly relaxing to the sound of your soft breaths. Soon, his arms find their way around you again, slowly coiling around your body as he holds your close again.
Rest assured, if anyone tries to rip you from his side, he’ll make good on the threats that he made moments before.
Y'all are failing a subject miserably. Your grades are in absolute freefall, every assignment comes back looking like it was personally attacked, and Prof Dante has already warned you that if this keeps up, you might not be allowed to go on any missions until you pass your retake exams. In other words, your academic career is currently being held together by duct tape and prayer.
ft: Sho, Ritsu, Ren, Leo (the first years)
Desperate times call for desperate measures, so naturally, you need to find someone to tutor you.
𝐒𝐡𝐨(𝐡𝐞𝐢) 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐨
The first person who comes to mind is Sho Haizono. That is, assuming you can actually find him. Between being busy with his own responsibilities and constantly getting swarmed by other students asking for help, securing Sho's time feels like trying to book an appointment with a celebrity. Even if you do manage to catch him, Sho immediately admits that he has never tutored anyone before. He says he can try, but he does not sound particularly confident about it. Somehow, hearing "I think I can help?" from someone who sounds unsure of his own statement is significantly less reassuring than you hoped it would be.
Despite his doubts, Sho does agree to help. The problem is finding a time when he's actually available. Every schedule you suggest somehow conflicts with something else he has going on. By the time you finally manage to arrange a study session, your retake exam is already looming over your head.
𝐑𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐨
Your second option is Ritsu. Now, Ritsu gets excellent grades, so academically he is probably one of the safest choices available. Unfortunately, the moment you ask for tutoring, he informs you that his rate is 5,000 JPY per hour. After witnessing the look of horror on your face, he generously lowers it to 3,500 JPY per hour because you're his business partner. How thoughtful. He then spends an alarming amount of time creating an incredibly detailed study schedule specifically for you. The problem is that the schedule expects you to wake up at 6:30 AM every single morning. Looking at it, you immediately realize that passing the class might actually be easier than following this schedule. Thank you, Shinjo, but respectfully, absolutely not.
𝐑𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢
The moment you ask for help, he says no so quickly that it feels like he had the answer prepared in advance. When you question him, he stares at you and asks what exactly made you think he was doing well in class himself. Apparently, living in Jabberwock makes studying significantly harder than it should be. Between the chaos, the noise, and the general nonsense that seems to happen every night, concentrating on schoolwork is already a struggle. The idea of adding another academically challenged person into the mix sounds less like tutoring and more like a disaster waiting to happen. As Ren puts it, "Two idiots studying in the same place? No thanks." Honestly, rude! But also, unfortunately, a valid point.
𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢
The second you ask him for help, he laughs so hard that you start reconsidering every life decision that brought you to this moment. According to Leo, the fact that you came to him at all means your situation must be absolutely catastrophic. When he rejects you the first time, he even records a video of you begging for tutoring just so he can replay it later and laugh at your suffering. Eventually, after enough pleading, bribing, and attacks on your remaining dignity, he finally agrees to help.
Five minutes into the first study session, however, Leo discovers something that genuinely disturbs him. You are somehow even worse than he expected.
The man does not even attend every class, yet he still manages to pass exams with high grades. Meanwhile, every time he asks you a question, your answer somehow creates three new questions. Watching you work through basic material seems to physically pain him. Several times he has to stop and stare at the wall as if contemplating whether tutoring you is worth the emotional damage.
At one point, Leo genuinely asks how you managed to pass the previous course. According to him, Dante must have gone soft on you because there is no other reasonable explanation. Naturally, this results in you yelling "HEY!" loud enough for half the dorm to hear.
By the end of the tutoring session, you are not entirely sure whether you learned anything. Leo, however, has definitely learned something. Specifically, he has learned that tutoring you qualifies as psychological warfare and should probably come with hazard pay. Whether you pass the retake exam remains to be seen, but one thing is certain: Leo is going to spend the next several months reminding everyone about this experience every chance he gets.
If y'all like this one, I might make some for the second years and third years too. Just dk who I should do next 🤔
POINT OF NO RETURN!! CHILD NEAR DEATH!! PLEASE HELP!!
6-year-old Souad has been anemic since birth, and starvation and disease due to the IOF assault have caused her severe additional health complications. In September she fell unconscious and was admitted to the hospital. She has since been comatose and fluid is building up around her brain.
Medical staff have worked very hard to reduce the swelling. But despite their efforts, Souad's brain is now hemorrhaging (bleeding). The swelling has been too persistent, and the pressure is rapidly bursting the cells of her brain, causing bleeding. This will kill her. Little Souad is dying.
She needs to be evacuated outside of Gaza, but this is extremely expensive. The cost for transport through the Egyptian border, medical care, and associated expenses comes to $6,000 usd, about €5,000 EUR. This is a devastating setback, but all we can do is push forward.
PLEASE HELP US #SaveSouad!!!
Please repost the GFM and tag #SaveSouad to spread the word!. SHE DOESN'T HAVE MUCH TIME LEFT!!!
€7,186 out of €7,739 EUR (1 June)
Need to raise: about €553 EUR ($643 usd)
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I am Alaa Al-Hanjouri, 32 years old. I used to work as a teacher, teaching children and carrying their dreams on my shoulders... but the war
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