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It's about devotion and obsession. It's ALWAYS about devotion and obsession. And hunger. It's love with teeth.

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me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

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Stop for a while. do not cross . My name is Amna from Gaza. We lost everything, home, dreams, and everything that gives life. My children are living in bad conditions. I ask you to help me for the sake of my children, for the sake of humanity. Those who cannot donate can share the post and link

@occupationsurfer @northgazaupdates @nabulsi @elierlick @evelyn-art-05 @soon-palestine @fairuzfan @bibyebae @riding-with-the-wild-hunt

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The Lemkin Institute for Genocide has released a statement saying that Israel is committing genocide in Gaza and the United States is complicit. The statement was released in the aftermath of the horrific attack on a refugee camp in Rafah

In April, Lemkin also issued a genocide alert for the West Bank

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bbc merlin - 03x07 The Castle of Fyrien

pretty sure arthur has no drink left and his manservant is NOT paying attention

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new kind of guy dropped

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There’s something about the finale that I can’t just gatekeep inside mbarbyc and need to scream over with you guys. This right here

Arthur's in soo much pain here, right? He was stabbed in his fucking chest, holding onto Merlin for dear mercy. But do you notice how Arthur immediately asks Merlin not “where are we?” or “how did we get here?” or even “what happened to the battle that I just spent countless hours trying to win for my beloved kingdom?”.. but instead:

“Where have you been?”

Which translates in Arthur Pendragon’s love language to: Oh Merlin, I feared I would die without seeing you once more. I feared I only hurt you last we spoke. I looked and looked everywhere for your face, hoping I’d be strengthened with your presence, hoping I would find the armour you enclose over my heart. Oh, Merlin, why did you leave me?

Because let’s be honest, did Arthur care about Camlann? Yes. Did he care about his men? Yes. But did he care miles more about Merlin to the point that he was the person on the forefront of Arthur’s mind? The source of his relief and subsequent misery? Yes.

And I swear to you guys, in my eyes, nothing hurt this man about the magic reveal more than thinking that Merlin didn’t love him just as much as he did.

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this is going to have me on my hands and knees dry heaving

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Holy shit. The Israeli whistleblower story CNN just broke is insane. I cannot believe what I’m reading

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Bucky’s metal arm has touch sensors. They’ve just never been calibrated properly. The soldier learned only what was important to him on the field, the cold hard metal of a gun and how much pressure to use when pulling the trigger.

Steve notices this, as he helps Bucky settle in to his new life. He sees Bucky touching the soft flannel bedsheets first with his right hand, then with his left hand, brows knitted in deep concentration.

Uncertainly, Steve asks if he doesn’t like it, if it is too warm or too soft—

“Soft,” Bucky picks up the word from Steve’s ramble. He lowers his head and looks at the pastel sheets between his fingers, and repeats. “Soft.”

The cotton tee, the woollen cardigan, the denim pants, the mesh sneakers, he gently rubs each textile between his fingers with both hands. He does the same when in the kitchen, running his fingers lightly over the coarse heads of a cauliflower, the pockmarked rind of an orange, the sharp stalks of rosemary, the glossy skin of a plum.

His vocabulary recovers more with time, and whenever Steve asks how it feels, he can give a few extra words — firm, smooth, hard, sharp, rough. On the occasions he says the word soft, his whole expression relaxes and all the lines soften, and Steve wishes he could swathe the man with everything soft and fluffy just to keep it there.

They sit down to watch TV after dinner. lt’s their ritual. A time when they sit together silently — when Bucky gets used to being in the same physical space, without feeling the pressure to make conversation. It seems silly but Steve has seen the difference it has made, from Bucky wedging himself into the other end of the couch, to now relaxing next to him, their shoulders occasionally brushing as they reach for the crackers on the table.

This has been a particularly long day, Steve having just returned from a 3 day mission where he barely caught a wink. About ten minutes into the soothing documentary about red pandas, he is fast asleep. He wakes to something brushing against his hand, light and tremulous. Then something a little cooler and a lot harder does the same, and he realises what it is.

Bucky snatches his hands back when Steve opens his eyes. He says guiltily, “Sorry.”

Steve reaches out and rests his palm over Bucky’s metal fingers. “How does it feel?”

Bucky searches his face warily, and then he relaxes. Steve feels a light tickle as the small metal plates whir quietly under his hand.

“Soft,” Bucky answers. After a moment, he adds, “Warm.”

Steve threads his fingers through the metal ones, and hold the hand close. After a little while, he feels the metal fingers curl slowly until they rest, ever so gently, against the back of his hand.

“Tingly,” Bucky suddenly says, out of nowhere.

Steve smiles and answers, “Same.” He points to his chest, “Here.”

He can see the concern and confusion as Bucky glances a few times at his ribs.

One day, Bucky will understand what that means. Steve looks down at their linked fingers and runs his thumb along the metal plates, drawing a slight shiver from the man beside him.

This is a good start.

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iconic of him. he must be getting ready to drop a fuckin' nuke or some shit. he WANTS people to talk about it. hes out for blood. he wants to make sure drake will never come back from this.

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TiL (click to go to the thread, which probably has more interesting tidbits I missed).

Bonus: