#22 may 2024

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22 May 2024

Journalist Anas Al-Sharif summarizes on Twitter and Telegram recents developments in Jabaliya, north Gaza as of 22:24 or 10:48 pm Gaza time (4:48 pm US Eastern). The main points of the summary are paraphrased below.

IOF have fully encircled and besieged all of Jabaliya, both Jabaliya city and Jabaliya camp. The blockade includes ground troops and heavy military vehicles, in addition to air support

Ground troops have been systematically purging shelters in the area. Most have been emptied (at least in western Jabaliya), and the displaced people are now wandering frantically through the streets with nowhere to go

Air raids and airstrikes continue throughout the area, as well as throughout the rest of north Gaza and the wider Strip

Gaza’s Civil Defense remains virtually frozen, as warplanes, drones, and unmanned remote-control suicide drones attack ambulance and rescue/recovery crews as soon as they are dispatched

Dozens of people (at the very least) are now trapped alive under the rubble of destroyed buildings after recent air raids, with no hope of rescue. They join more than 10,000 other people who are “missing”, meaning deceased or dying under rubble.

Bodies line the streets due to the occupation’s deliberate targeting of fleeing civilians

Thousands are homeless and now without shelter

[sunshineandlyrics]

🛬 🇨🇱 Louis and team arriving in Chile after his concert in Asuncion, 22 May 2024 (FITFWT Santiago is on 24 May 2024).

[forged-in-kaoss]

Episode 110 vs episode 1100

[royalarchivist]

Pac: It's very powerful, very powerful, it's a bad ending, clearly the bad ending. Oh damn, it hurts.

[Reading chat] "Romeo and Juliet" What do you mean? How does– how does this story have a reference to Romeo and Juliet? Of all the references... AH, I understand, it's true, Romeo and Juliet, they both died, right? I don't know if it's a spoiler. Well, I think everyone has heard of this story, right? Wait, but did Fit die?! Fit died??? [Reading chat] "Spoiler from 300 years ago–" I'm going to release a spoiler for a book from 436 years ago.

[Reading chat] "We don't know" Ok, I understand, I understand. Is this "We don't know" because you really don't know, or because you want to avoid saying something to me that you know, but you know that I can't know? [Laughs] There's always this doubt. I've spent a year with this QSMP metagaming, so I don't know.

Several times I asked you some questions and you said, "We don't know, we don't know," and I said, "Yes, they know. They just want to tell me because I can't know." Tomorrow… Will we find out tomorrow? Maybe I'll find out together with you. That's a lie, I'll never do that. So tomorrow… Tomorrow…

Will FitMC's story maybe come to an end? Hmm.... How crazy, huh? Will we find out about his boss? That cat? He was good, he was good, I can say that I knew him, he was good. Is it tomorrow or not? But no, you're saying it is tomorrow, I'm trusting you.

[Reading chat] "Fit will log in tomorrow and discover that Pac died and will die of sadness." He'll be joyful! I'm kidding—

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(Art by @ Rhiaarrow on Twitter. Thank you again to sebbs12 for the Translation help!)

[card-of-the-day]

Today's Card Is: Sunavalon Dryas

[lisbeth-kk]

May Prompts (22) Night

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 22)

I'm so sorry. Go get those tissues. I've used all of mine.

Summary: Rosie gets devastating news, and all she can think of is how her Papa is coping.

Twenty-Two Years Old

When Dad called with the news, my first thought was quite irrational: oh no, we’re never going to celebrate our twentieth anniversary! The second thought hit me with force and made me breathless: how is Papa doing?

“I’ll hop on the next…”

“No need, sweetheart. A car will pick you up in approximately fifteen minutes,” Dad assured me, and that’s when I started to cry.

***

Uncle Myc stood and waited for me outside the car when I ran to the kerb. His arms opened and I collapsed against him, heartbroken and totally devastated. He didn’t try to comfort me with words of nonsense, like it’s going to be ok, because he knew it would be a long time before any of us would be fine after this sudden and tragic loss.

“She seemed fine yesterday,” I told uncle Myc on the way home.

“Yes, so I have been…informed,” he sighed.

“How is he?” I asked, terrified of the answer.

“As expected.”

“Rock bottom,” I mumbled, and felt my throat tighten painfully from withheld tears.

“Indeed,” uncle agreed gravely.

***

It was worse than I expected. Papa’s loud voice boomed like a signal horn from upstairs when I locked us in.

“How could you not have seen the signs? You’re a bloody doctor, John!”

The words were spit like venom. I couldn’t discern Dad’s reply, but his voice was calm. He knew Papa wasn’t angry at him, but he needed to vent his sorrow, shock and devastation at someone. Luckily for everyone involved, Papa had chosen the right person for such an onslaught.

Before I climbed the stairs, I looked over at Nana’s door.

Gone. Dead. You’ll never see her again. There’ll be no more Christmas baking. She’ll never scold Papa for being petulant anymore. England has fallen.

The seventeen steps had never been so steep, my body never so heavy, and at the same time it felt hollow. 

“Nearly there, Rosamund,” uncle Myc murmured from behind me.

I woke from my daze and realised that the shouting had stopped. In its wake came a sound so heartbreaking, it made tears flow down my cheeks. Before I opened the door, a thought hit me like a battering ram, making me lose my balance for a moment.

If Papa mourned Nana like this, he would be utterly destroyed if Dad died before him. Not even his biological family’s demise could elicit such grief from him.

***

Inside the flat, Papa clung to Dad, and it struck me how small he seemed in that moment. So lost and bereft. This was not a puzzle he could solve, or a culprit he could catch to make everything right again.

“Rosie’s home,” Dad whispered to Papa and reached for me.

I didn’t think Papa would let go of Dad, give me room, or even detect the words, but he did. My name seemed to have a magical effect on him, because he straightened, turned his pained face at me and lifted his arm to indicate that I was welcomed into his and Dad’s cocoon. We held on to each other for what felt like hours. Dad asking if we were alright, Papa muttering something under his breath, and I just clung to my parents, wordless.

Dad, always reliable in a crisis, remembered that there was another person present, and carefully entangled himself after kissing us both, guiding our arms to embrace. Papa mumbled his name questioningly.

“Just give me a few minutes, Sherlock. Take care of Rosie, yeah?”

Papa nodded and pulled me closer, cradling the back of my head, whispering my precious girland I’m so sorry you have to go through this, and she loved you like a granddaughter.

***

The days leading up to the funeral alternated between the three of us sharing memories about the core of 221 Baker Street, what we would miss most about her, and lots and lots of crying. 

Dad was our rock in all of this, despite that he grieved his former landlady too. Some nights, Papa was inconsolable, and I thought his heart would literally break. He curled up in bed and sobbed full of despair. Only Dad could hope to console him, coaxing him out of the dark place he had locked himself in.

Both me and Papa agreed that we would honour Martha Hudson on the day of the funeral. Nana’s niece, Deidre, was her only living relative, and uncle Myc assured her that we would arrange everything if she weren’t able. From what Dad told me, she was relieved, having just started her tattoo studio, and she was quite short of money after the investments. 

***

Leaving uncle Myc and his minions in charge of the ceremony, proved to be ingenious, as we all expected. Even Nana would’ve been pleased with him, I think.

It all took place at Pembroke Lodge in Richmond Park. The Grade II listed Georgian Mansion is a beautiful and tranquil place, posh, but not over the top. 

The pleasantly warm weather allowed us to go dressed without jackets and coats. To honour Nana, all of us wore something purple, her favourite colour. Even uncle Myc acquiesced to leave his black suit at home, and instead he wore a light grey three-piece-suit with a deep purple tie.

Deidre showed up with purple nail polish, her black hair in spikes, the dramatic makeup intact, purple leather trousers, and a matching jacket with a black shirt underneath. Her Doc Martens boots were bright red. She was over the moon about the venue and to what lengths we’d gone to ensure a proper farewell for her aunt.

***

We didn’t know all the mourners, but I think I spotted a few celebrities who wore gigantic sunglasses and hats to hide their identities, which obviously had the opposite effect. 

Ginny, who conducted the ceremony was a calming presence throughout, and informed the congregation that there would be one speech apart from her own, and musical elements performed by a pianist and Papa on violin.

Papa held it together through his potpourri of Nana’s favourite classical pieces. He had his eyes closed and lost himself in the music. It was heartbreakingly beautiful. Beside me Dad clasped my hand firmly and never took his eyes off Papa. Admiration, love, sorrow and grief washed over his face in quick succession. He rose when Papa lowered his bow and looked over at the coffin that was decorated with purple lilacs. I saw the moment his knees gave way, but Dad was already at his side holding him close whispering something in his ear. I went over to them to pry the violin and bow out of Papa’s limp hands and let him lean into Dad’s arms.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Dad murmured teary-eyed.

Papa’s sobbing was muffled by his face being buried in Dad’s neck. Dad’s hand cradled the back of Papa’s head like it was a delicate object made of china. Slowly, Dad led Papa back to his seat and he held him tight until it was my turn to honour my beloved Nana.

The night I decided how to do it, Dad and Papa asked if I was sure I would manage it on my own. I retorted that of course I would. I was not a child anymore. What I hadn't considered was that reading a poem out loud in my room was completely different than performing it in front of a crowd, not to mention the emotional impact this performance would have on me.

I got to my feet when Ginny gave the signal and walked over to stand beside the coffin and opened the book on the correct page. Dad and Papa noticed before I did. Something gave me away. Did the book tremble in my hands, did my legs quiver, or did my breathing start to go wild with panic? Whatever it was, they both stood, came over to me, embraced me with their backs to the onlookers to shield me.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this, Bee?” Papa asked with a thick voice filled to the brim with withheld tears.

“You don’t have to, you know. Nobody would…” 

I cut Dad off abruptly feeling the soothing effect the closeness of my parents had on me.

“I’m sure. Stay, will you?” I said quietly.

“Of course,” they retorted in unison.

***

I took a deep breath, let go of my parents and we all turned to the other mourners and I started to read with one father on each side, radiating comfort and love.

Warning

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple  With a red hat which doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me.  And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves  And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.  I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired  And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells  And run my stick along the public railings  And make up for the sobriety of my youth.  I shall go out in my slippers in the rain  And pick flowers in other people’s gardens  And learn to spit.  You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat  And eat three pounds of sausages at a go  Or only bread and pickle for a week  And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.  But now we must have clothes that keep us dry  And pay our rent and not swear in the street  And set a good example for the children.  We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.  But maybe I ought to practice a little now?  So, people who know me are not too shocked and surprised  When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.

Today, I will nudge you in the direction of AO3 and the end notes to give you some context

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wish him happy birthday or i will cry

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[Sep 10, 2024]

[5-cell]

[ldshadowdoodles]

[182] Flowers for someone

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[thethirdman8]

The first iris blooms on a beautiful May morning..

[sunshineandlyrics]

Helen posted a throwback of Louis from his LTWT Buenos Aires 2 show on her IG story today (4 June 2024) x

[ragewrites]

last poems of 2023, both holiday gifts meant for the same friend.

[theleslistuff]

Danny may 2024

Day 20 Pitch au/Day 21 Funeral/ Day 22 Song Lyric

Pitch au, mayor character death, full ghost au,

I'll keep making you proud

song used;

FNF- Hit Single- Silly Billy

Danny's still a human, humans can die and owls too

Danny Fenton was Amity Park's greatest hero, he was the most efficient of all the 4 Fenton, his team was formidable with the help of informatic genius Tucker Foley and medium Sam Manson who could talk to the ghost and persuade some of them to go in a pacific way, instead of fighting an unfair fight against Danny Fenton and his multiple weapons, the trio and their pet owl Spooky were unbeatable.

Or so they thought...

When the ghost king invaded the world because of an eccentric billionaire who wanted to use the ghost's power to be the absolute king of both humans and ghost, the king was no fool and such disrespectful act made him declare war to human kind after executing that human who provoked him of course.

His parents build a mecha suit/ ecto skeleton to take the king down and despite their protests about their right to use their invention first, all citizens and the government agreed on one thing:

Danny would be the one to use it.

-------"I'll make you say "-------

Even the best trained soilders in the guys in white recognized if someone had a chance to defeat Pariah Dark, it was Danny, the boy who has taken so much responsibility in his life, accepted this mission instantly, Sam had a bad feeling and she made it clear through the telekinetic link she shared with Danny, despite Danny being worried too, he could not let down the whole world, the entire human race.

He went straight into the heart of battle, all governments agreed to use military force to battle against the kings army, the human kind were together as one against the menace, so the ghost were, out of fear and with anyone more powerful to rely into, all ghost were forced to join into the ghost king's army.

Humans could barely hold them back enough for Danny to face the king.

------------" How proud "-----------

Danny punched first, he was faster and landing blow after blow with the cheers of Spooky who refused to be left behind in this mission, the king was getting tired and the whole humanity was cheering their hero as well for every blow, every bom exploiting in the King's face, every ectoranium dagger being dig in the King's back.

But one touch from the king's fist...

Was enough to provoke a fatal error in the machine...

------------" You're of me"-------------

The energy draining was getting to ridiculous levels, the heat inside the mecha suit was getting so unbearable, it was making Danny's skin get second degree burns, Spooky was dying suffocated, Danny's mind was full of pain and panic, unable to move, until he saw something horrible...

The king was getting up.

Danny could not bear it, he could not allow it!, He controlled the mecha one more time, the gripping of his hands so tight in the boiling controllers, it made them permanently stick his skin in them, Danny gave a battle cry as he charged with all the machine's and his energy left, a mechanical arm of the mecha extended with ectoranium daggers pointing at the ghost's core.

The tired and hurt ghost king had no time to react when the machine pierced his core breaking it into pieces and de stabilized in a pool of ectoplasm on the floor, with their mission complete all the remaining ghost of Pariah's army melted as well, the ones forced to battle, fleed and all the human kind cheered and celebrated in that moment, cheering for their hero.

Until a loud explosion could be heard from Pariah's castle.

-----------"So, stay awake"-----------

Everyone knew what it meant, Danny was just a human, a human with extraordinary ability, but just a regular human who could not flee that fast to avoid such a big explosion, every person in the battle field and those able to watch the fight lowered their heads and hats to remain in silence a couple of minutes in honor to the fallen hero.

His family and friends could not stop crying but they knew the risk, they were almost ready for this, the one who got totally destroyed is Sam...

Every government cooperated to make the most beautiful and honorable public funeral for the boy, building an statue of the hero and his owl in every single capital city on the world, he may be gone but never forgotten.

-----"Just long enough to see "-----

As time passed by, ghost activity slowly returned, the king may be dead, but new and old ghost don't mind about the fact humans beaten such a powerful ghost at all.

The Guys in white and the Fentons have been joining forces and recruiting people to combat the menace.

But it was no use, they could not prevent all invasions, ending with people who got hurt or died during said attacks, even some of them turned into ghost too.

The feeling of dread and despair in all Amity Park was strong enough to awaken something.

---------------"My way"-----------------

There were memorials and tombstones all around the world for the hero who saved us from the ghost king, Washington D.C. had the most beautiful and expensive one since it had the boy's body, but his family and friends insisted to have a headstone in Amity Park, so they build a commemorative one, according to Sam's request about how he told him once he would like something simple, Amity Park's headstone was the most simple and classic one, some citizens of Amity Park thought this was disrespectful, but they could do little, since no one was as close to him like Sam was.

People of Amity Park know the only place ghost don't even touch is Amity Park's cemetery, they like to associate it with the legendary ghost hunter, in any way, people like to use it as an unusual sanctuary to ironically hide from ghost and some new ghost hunters use the boy's headstone to ask for guidance, this kind of use even caused people to forget Danny was a teenager of 14 years old and not a full grown man.

So, when despair and grief got stronger and stronger in said graveyard, the graveyard not only became a sanctuary for humans, it's said the proctetor's ghost came back from the grave with his loyal companion.

And he was devoted to protect the town.

Ghost attacks reduced for every time a citizen said they saw a ghost boy with a ghost owl in a motorcycle.

Ghost hunters never trusted this ghost, any of them but just one...

An old agent, head of both the Fenton Works and the Guys in white who says with all the confidence in the world...

Danny came back...

-----------My way-------------

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Day 30! WAHOOOO A MONTH OF OJIROS!!!!!! Chapter: 32

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