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The International Court of Justice (ICJ) rules that “Israel must immediately halt its military offensive in Rafah”.

The funny thing that Israel bombing Rafah now non stop bombs

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Can I just say most monster fucker headcanons are fucking boring bc it assumes the monster just finds humans hot. And the human puts no effort into being hot in a monster way.

You can't seduce a dragon being just some random guy. Put on the ultraviolet makeup and the iridescent chain mail.

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How birds act

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The innkeeper and his wife, the coachman, they were expecting a middle-aged businessman, too arrogant to listen, too cynical to even believe the warnings are well-meant, too confident in his own science and religion to listen to anyone else. Someone with enough worldly experience that he might recognize Dracula as a threat even if he doesn't understand the nature of the threat. Someone important and well-connected enough that he's too risky to kill, old and dull enough not to be interesting enough to toy with.

It was a comfort, to know there was no way to save him. Another comfort, that he would be useful and boring enough to be spared, and canny enough to spot the danger.

Then Jonathon Harker shows up, young and earnest and innocent. He praises the food and asks for recipes for his young bride-to-be back home, and they can see in his face how in love he is. They see too his enthusiasm, his fascination. He blushes when he looks at the women and averts his eyes, he consults his phrase book so he can better give compliments.

He's young enough to be their son. Maybe the innkeeper has a child close to Jonathon's age--a son just starting his own life, a daughter a little younger peeking through the door and sighing at the handsome traveler. Or maybe their child would have been Jonathon's age, if only--but no, they must not think that.

But they do think it, and so the innkeeper's wife begs him to take the rosary "for your mother's sake" and it's not really Jonathon she's talking to. The innkeeper whispers to his friends and customers and old gossips, and they pass it to the passengers on the coach. The coachman is taken back too, the money the Count sent weighing heavily in his pocket. To refuse to drive him means death, to warn him is pointless.

Everyone on the couch is older than Jonathon, old enough to know what the devil in the castle does to the young and earnest and innocent. They all carry their own protections, and one by one they offer them to this poor fool who doesn't understand and wouldn't believe, but he's too polite to refuse and kind enough to see their concern and be touched by it.

The coachman drives his horses like he is fleeing from the devil instead of to him, and they all hope, pray, it will be enough.

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I noticed you haven’t been online in 10 hours, is therapy finally working?

this websites hate mail game is ruthless

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"two bodyguards drag me away" has been my fav way to finish insane sentences, its up there with "who said that", "can anyone hear me", "is this thing on" and "its so dark in here"

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the "new normal" couldve been respirators & rapid tests & hepa filters & universal basic income & accessibility & caring about other people.........

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Malcolm in The Middle was such a good show

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how many followers do you have

4

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People supporting the Democrats have increasingly had to pivot with the party to "Well we have to do something about this Uncontrollable Immigration Border Crisis don't we???" People who swore up and down they'd hold Biden's feet to the fire and pull him left in 2020 are instead being pulled right!

One can see an even grimmer version of the same phenomena in the UK with supporters of an increasingly xenophobic transphobic anti-labor labor party. And for what? The vague promises of Good Governance?

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i’ve had these posts looping like this for hours

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i would be the best dead wife ever i love to laugh while laying in bed

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Concept: in a setting where vampires exist and can only be harmed by symbols of faith (crucifixes, etc.), a James Randi-style skeptic/supernatural debunker witnesses his family murdered by vampires, and dedicated his life to hunting down what he believes are a cabal of ordinary serial killers with a blood fetish and some cheap plastic fangs. They die when he shoots them with an ordinary gun, granted holy status by the sheer force of his belief that they are actually just ordinary humans who will die when shot.