On this Yom Ha'Zikaron Le'Chalalei Ma'rachot Yisrael (Memorial Day for Israel's Fallen Soldiers and Terror Victims), I figured it's important to remember that Israeli victims did not exist solely on Oct 7. We have lost loved ones before and since. Here's a list with just one random victim to represent each year. Please scroll down the list to see how far back it goes.
(part 1/5, all parts in the reblogs)
2024: On Jan 7, we lost 19 years old Shai Garmai
2023: On Oct 7, we lost 28 years old Osama abu Madiam
2022: On Nov 23, we lost 18 years old Tiran Faro
2021: On May 12, we lost 5 years old Ido Avigal
2020: On Aug 26, we lost 39 years old Shai Ochayon
2019: On May 5, we lost 49 years old Zaid al-Chamamda
2018: On Dec 12, we lost Amiad Israel Yish Ran, who was murdered in his mother's womb
2017: On Nov 22, we lost 21 years old Hodaya Nechama Assoulin
2016: On Oct 25, we lost 14 years old Rami Namer abu Amar
2015: On Feb 17, we lost 4 years old Adelle Biton
2014: On Oct 22, we lost 2.5 months old Chaya Zissel Brown
2013: On Dec 24, we lost 22 years old Salech al-Din abu al-Atayef
2012: On Jul 18, we lost 28 years old Yitzchak Idan Kolangi
2011: On Apr 17, we lost 16 years old Daniel Aryeh Viplich
2010: On Feb 26, we lost 52 years old Netta Blatt Sorek
2009: On Apr 2, we lost 13 years old Shlomo Nativ
2008: On Mar 6, we lost 26 years old Doron Trunach Mahareta
2007: On Jun 17, we lost 85 years old Meir Cohen
2006: On Aug 10, we lost 4 years old Fatchi Assdi
2005: On Jul 12, we lost 16 years old Nofar Horvitz
2004: On Sep 29, we lost 2 years old Dorit Massarat Binsan
2003: On Sep 9, we lost 20 years old Naava Appelbom
2002: On Nov 10, we lost 4 years old Noam Levi Ochayon
2001: On Dec 12, we lost 42 years old Ester Avraham
2000: On Nov 21, we lost 19 years old Itamar Yefet
1999: On Jun 24, we lost 34 years old Tony Eliyahu Zanna
1998: On Dec 2, we lost 41 years old Osama Moussa abu Aisha
1997: On Mar 13, we lost 13 years old Natali Alkalai
1996: On Feb 25, we lost 57 years old Yitzchak Elbaz
1995: On Jul 24, we lost 60 years old Zehava Oren
As Tumblr limits a post to 30 images... part 1/5 - the next parts will be posted in the reblogs momentarily. Please check out the full list.
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COVID-19's long-term effects on the body: an incomplete list
COVID’s effect on the immune system, specifically on lymphocytes:
NYT article from 2020 (Studies cited: https://www.biorxiv.org/content/10.1101/2020.05.18.101717v1, https://www.biorxiv.org/content/10.1101/2020.05.20.106401v1, https://www.unboundmedicine.com/medline/citation/32405080/Decreased_T_cell_populations_contribute_to_the_increased_severity_of_COVID_19_, https://www.medrxiv.org/content/10.1101/2020.06.08.20125112v1)
tl;dr: covid is a vascular disease, not a respiratory illness. it can affect your blood and every organ in your body. every time you're reinfected, your chances of getting long covid increase.
avoid being infected. reduce the amount of viral load you're exposed to.
the gap between what the scientific community knows and ordinary people know is massive. collective action is needed.
-> a/n. this one was an excuse to write biting because 🤭
-> warnings. N/A
-> collection. mini-series
-> started. Jun. 30th, 2022 @ 18:21
-> fin. Jun. 30th, 2022 @ 22:23
-> edited. Jul. 5th, 2022 @ 00:46
-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn
Jungkook is… weird, to say the least.
He just randomly came up to you in class one day, sat his ass down on the edge of your desk, and started talking to you like it was a normal, everyday routine. Which it was not.
As you got to know him, he only got weirder.
If not for his clinginess (which was admittedly strange considering you’d never met a guy so touchy with a girl who wasn’t his girlfriend), you’d say his strange habit of rubbing his head against you was probably one of his weirder characteristics.
And it wasn’t even in a creepy If-you-don’t-get-away-from-me-immediately-I’m-going-to-call-the-cops kinda way, but more so a confused, what-the-fuck-are-you-doing kinda way. He’d hug you and not so subtly rub his cheek against yours, or he’d hold your hand and make up some dumb excuse to nose your wrist (he kept insisting that you were wearing perfume when he knew you didn’t).
One time—while hugging you—he pressed his face into your neck and just… inhaled. He hasn’t done it again after you unceremoniously shoved his face away with a warning not to do it again unless he wanted to keep both his eyes, but it was beyond weird and (dare I say) creepy (at the time)
He also quite literally growled at one of your classmates when he was being a misogynistic, sexist piece of shit and wouldn’t leave you alone. And sometimes, when he’s being a brat and moaning about how you pull away too quickly after giving him a hug, he whines. Like, back of his throat, puppy-begging-for-food kind of whine.
This in of itself would be somewhat bearable, if not for his friends. They were equally as weird, if not weirder.
There were eleven of them total, seven guys and four girls—all living in the same house near the edge of town. And despite already having such a large group, they were completely unwelcoming of outsiders, too tight-knit to allow others into their ranks. People had suspected that they were in a polyamorous relationship, or that it was some weird sex cult. They hadn’t ever specifically said that they were dating amongst themselves, and being the secretive group they were, they didn’t bother acknowledging nor denying any of the crazy school rumors.
You didn’t wanna bring the rumors up with Jungkook and make him uncomfortable, so instead you chose to ignore them and pretend they weren’t there. Jungkook tried to introduce you once, but you’d seen the way they looked at you—how they glared when you walked into the cafeteria with Jungkook glued to your hip. You’d come to the nifty conclusion that they did not like you, and as much as you wanted to make Jungkook happy by letting him introduce you to his inner circle, you didn’t wanna crush his little heart by being immediately rejected.
Coming up with excuses to avoid them was hard, but if they were anything like their youngest, it was probably for the best if you kept your distance, anyway.
How you wished you’d been able to stay away for longer.
“Jungkook, I really don’t wanna go to your house.”
“But we have to go somewhere, and you already told me that your parents don’t like me.” He whines, his big bambi eyes and pouty lips making you internally groan.
“That’s because they think you’re too clingy.” You state matter of factly, deadpanning your gaze to his arm, tightly wrapped around yours.
Grinning sheepishly, he tugs you in the direction of his housemates. “C’mon, it’ll be fun!” They walk a few meters ahead of you, shoving and pushing each other while talking, rowdy laughter echoing behind them. Your heart aches for a moment, watching them enviously. They look close…
“Are we gonna be able to get anything done? There’s like. Twelve of you in one house, thirteen plus myself.” You watch them retreat further and further ahead of you, your and Jungkook’s feet dragging as you fall behind. “They don’t exactly seem like the quiet type…”
Jungkook frowns at the (hopefully) unintentional dig, clearing his throat and hesitantly intertwining your hands. When you don’t pull away, he continues. “Just give them a chance. I know the rumors are weird, but they couldn’t be farther from the truth. I promise you you’ll like them once you get to know them,” he pleads, giving you his best puppy eyes. “Please?”
You sigh, nodding concededly and reluctantly letting him pull you along. “Okay. Can we at least do the assignment somewhere private? I don’t really think your friends—”
“Family.”
The correction throws you off guard, and you stare at him. Your voice betrays you, eyes soft. “Right, your family. I don’t… I don’t think they like me very much.”
He tsks. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. But,” he turns to you and boops your nose playfully. “If it really makes you feel better, we can do the project in my room.”
His room? Why his room? Why not outside, or in the kitchen, or anywhere else but his room?
You squint your eyes at him suspiciously. “What are you planning, Jungkook?”
He grins mischievously, batting his eyelashes in an effort to make himself look more innocent than you know he is. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
You scoff. “Pervert.”
Jungkook giggles in response, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and leaning into you while not so subtly sniffing your hair.
…Brat.
Jungkook drags you upstairs to his room before any of his housemates can snatch you away from him, not bothering to listen to their rowdy complaints. He knows that they’ll overwhelm you the second they get their claws on you, and he’d preferably not scare you away just when you’re getting more comfortable around him.
He practically throws you onto his bed, followed directly by his overexcited body knocking the breath out of you. Jungkook huffs weirdly before pressing his forehead against your shoulder, hands laying curled up into your sides. Groaning, your hands shoot out to his shoulders, trying to push him off. “Can’t— can’t breathe—“
“Sorry,” he sheepishly grins, pushing himself up by his hands to look down at you with his hair flopping over his head. You catch your breath, feeling the immense relief at not having his full weight on top of you, too preoccupied to notice the compromising position you’re in—him hovering over you with his knees slotted on either side of your waist. Jungkook looks concerned when he asks, “Can you breathe yet?”
“Yeah… yeah, I can breathe. Can you uh,” your cheeks burn and you avoid meeting his eyes, your hands sliding from his shoulders. “Can you get off, please?”
“Oh, I— sorry, I’m sorry.” He gets off of you faster than you expected him to, sitting cross legged on the opposite side of the bed to give you some space. You copy him, staring at one another awkwardly. It’s your first time being in his house, let alone his room, and your heart stutters when you realize he closed the door behind you on your way in. Just great. You look at him, biting the inside of your lip. Jungkook has proven to be a very sweet boy, but he is still a boy—and you are a girl. Alone. In his bedroom.
You don’t want him getting the wrong idea.
“Listen, Kook…” He perks up, listening to you attentively. Taking an encouraging breath, you continue. “I hope you didn’t choose your room for ulterior motives, because I came here for school. I’m not going to have sex with you—“
Jungkook’s whole face turns red, frantically shaking his hands in front of you. “No no no! No, I’d never—I don’t, I don’t see you that way, I promise!” He rambles, scooting away from you in an effort to convince you that that’s not why he chose this location. Grinning stupidly, you reach over and pat his knee.
“Okay, okay, I believe you. Relax.” He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest and sulking. He just wanted to make you feel more comfortable… he didn’t think you’d take it the wrong way. Rolling your eyes at the cute pout on his lips, you ruffle his hair playfully. “Let’s get started, hm?”
You turn your back to him so that you can reach into your bag and grab your things, rifling through the books inside to look for your laptop. What you don’t notice is the weight of Jungkook’s eyes on your back—watching you and admiring the annoyed pout on your lips with a soft smile.
“Found it! So,” you cross your legs and situate the keyboard in your lap. “What do you wanna start with first? I was thinking we could start with, uhm…” Your voice dies in the back of your throat when you catch sight of Jungkook’s dazed, strangely affectionate half-smile. You clear your throat, cheeks heating up because why the fuck is he looking at you like you’ve hung the stars?
“Uhm… Jungkook?”
“Right, sorry,” he shakes his head as if to bring himself back to reality. “Why don’t we start with research first?” He’s hesitant, and you feel bad. He must think you’re going to say no.
“Sounds good. My screen is pretty small, though.” You bite your lip, thinking about how you could share the screen in a way that he wouldn’t hurt his neck.
“Uhm. I—I have… can you scoot a bit closer to the headboard?”
You look at him questioningly but give in to his hopeful puppy eyes. Sighing, you scoot back until he places a gentle hand on your knee to halt your movements. You try and look at his face but he looks down so that it’s hidden by his hair. “Jungkook?” You whisper, hesitant to increase your volume.
Jungkook either doesn’t hear you or he ignores you, clambering toward you distractedly and shifting in behind you. You suck in a breath, the hair on your arms raising. He slots his legs on either side of you, pulling you to his chest by your waist and hesitantly resting his chin on your shoulder. The closeness freezes you to the spot, and you swear you can feel him eyeing the side of your face for a reaction.
You exhale through your teeth and will yourself to relax in his arms despite your racing heart. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook smiles, locking his hands around your waist and inhaling your scent as subtly as possible. You ignore him and clear your throat. “Shall we start with origin?” You whisper, unable to raise your voice due to the suffocating closeness, cheeks red and heart beating ten times too quickly.
Jungkook hums next to your ear. If he notices your racing heartbeat, he doesn’t comment on it.
Y/N yawns tiredly, apologizing in a half-asleep voice.
“Just take a break,” Jungkook pleads, trying to move her arms out of the way and biting back a growl of frustration when she swats his hands away from the screen.
“I’m fine.”
“You can barely keep your eyes open!” He reasons, pulling away to look at the back of her head. Stupid, stubborn girl. “Come on, Y/N. We’ve been working on this for hours. Let’s just take a quick break. Please?”
“We’re so close to finishing…” She sounds dejected, another yawn leaving her lips. Jungkook frowns at her, trying to figure out how to get her to put away her stupid computer and just take a nap, for gods sake. Knowing that this is the only course of action that’ll direct her attention to something other than this stupid class assignment, he determinedly leans forward.
You yelp in surprise, turning to Jungkook with wide eyes. Did he just—
“Did you just fucking bite me?” Your voice is filled with newfound life and energy, jaw hanging as you look down at your shoulder. Looking at him, you find no remorse in those chocolate brown eyes… only a smug, satisfied expression.
“Yes.” He laughs at the horror on your face, shaking his head as if he knows something you don’t. “It’s an affectionate thing, I promise.”
“How is you biting me an ‘affectionate thing’?” You hiss, watching as he shakes his head, hair flopping around his face cutely.
“It just is,” he shrugs. You squint suspiciously, setting the laptop down next to you while silently planning his demise.
Jungkook eyes you warily and yells when you punch his arm, rubbing the spot furiously. “What was that for!”
“Would you rather I bite you back?” You snap threateningly, sitting on your knees to look down at him. Jungkook’s eyes widen at the threat, his cheeks and the top of his ears going beet red. You grin to yourself evilly, crawling towards him. Your eyes squint in a silent threat, prowling like a bloodthirsty animal. “Just wait until I sink my teeth into you… c’mere!”
Jungkook yelps, jumping up from the bed and running away from you while incoherently yelling that no, only he’s allowed to bite you.
synopsis : YN LN (15f) had her heart broken and her reputation scalded by sakusa kiyoomi (17m). years after the incident, still strongly holding onto her grudge, unluckily for her, she crosses paths with him once again at twenty five. but alongside the heartache of a failed high school affair comes trouble in the form of miya atsumu.
check out my new atsumu smau!
pairing : atsumu miya x reader + sakusa kiyoomi x reader
genre : ANGST, DRAMA, fluff
warnings : cursing, mentions of drinking & smoking, mention of sexual activities, mentions of cheating, toxic behavior, irrational characters, toxic relationship, haikyuu timeskip spoilers, characters might be ooc
started : oct 5, 22
ended : jul 17, 23
updates : no particular schedule
a/n : don’t read too much into the smau. it’s lazy writing for most part, but i’m still going to publish this because i feel like writing something, but it’s just that i don’t have much time to use my brains for it right now, so no better option for me than a smau!
Welcome to my Geminitay conspiracy board: The connection between dreams, portals and even possibly The End
The Gem of hc9 and empires s2 are confirmed to be the same, throughout s2 she was aided and followed by wisps who also followed her back to hc9 after empires ended. She also mentions that the act of dreaming is the key to travelling dimensions which connects to the End Poem mentioning that every world is a player's dream (this is a very common theme people use).
In Secret Life Gem is the one who opens the portal and afterwards is partially corrupted by it, even mentioning that it stole her eye. s1 Gem is confirmed to be a different gem but is still A Gem and she committed herself to taking care of the newborn ender dragon. Her empires is covered in amethysts. The portal Gem uses to escape moon big is covered in amethysts.
Thinking emoji. Ultimately there's no clear answer to all this data, I mostly wanted to compile it because Gem's worldhopping lore drives me up the wall and I miss it. Please do be confounded with me and think about the the implications of dreaming in minecraft. Pleasee someone talk to me about minecraft and dreams and world travel.
Sources:
Hermitcraft 8: The moon is here hc8 Dec 22 2021
Empires SMP: All good things... s1 Jan 29 2022
Empires 2: BUTTERFLY WINGS! Ep. 5 s2 Jul 23 2022
The Character Switch? - Hermitcraft x Empires s2 Dec 8 2022
The Transition - Empires SMP Finale s2 May 11 2023
-> a/n. Gonna start posting these song-fics in between trying to update my longer fics, since I have so many of them lol. Enjoy <3
-> collection. songfic
-> started. Aug. 12th, 2022 @ 22:52
-> fin. Dec. 20th, 2021 @ 00:21
-> edited. Wed., Jul. 12th, 2023 @ 23:31
You missed him more than you could express with the words of both the English and Korean language.
Having met him as a newbie stylist, you would've never thought that you'd end up dating the boy you enjoyed styling. Jisung was loud, funny, and was always talking for the both of you while you did his hair.
Unbeknownst to you, however, he absolutely loved the way you did his hair. He sometimes wondered how he didn't fall asleep while you ran your fingers over his scalp. Besides that, he loved your gentle nature.
You always told him to shout if you were being too harsh while combing or styling, or to voice if he was uncomfortable and needed something. At some point some of the other members (specifically Hyunjin and Changbin) had complained about never being able to have you as their stylist. When you had asked why, they said that Han had been bragging about how he had once told you that he was overheating and felt suffocated, gushing about how you had grabbed him some water and told him to say if he felt any worse.
You smiled at the picture he sent you from his hotel, guessing that he and the rest of the guys were getting out of the pool. You sent him a quick message gushing about how nice he looked against the background, not failing to mention how much you loved his slightly ruffled hair.
You couldn't help but smile as you drove to his hotel in Busan where they were having a 3 week vacation just before going back to promoting. You had arrived back from a month away, having taken on a job for GOT7. Your droopy eyes giving away that you were jet-lagged.
You had missed your squirrel more than you thought you would, finding the short five minute FaceTimes too short for your satisfaction, not wanting to keep him awake longer than necessary due to the time differences. You pulled into the parking lot with a bad case of the jitters, beyond excited to see him again in person and anticipating a good reaction from your sudden arrival.
You got even more excited when you heard Chris being thrown back into the pool, snickering. Grabbing your things, you easily managed getting into Jisung's room (having gotten a key card for easy access). You stepped inside, putting down your bags by the door and going to lay down on his bed. You had gotten somewhat comfortable after putting on some compilations of Jisung singing, unintentionally falling asleep. An hour or so later, Jisung got back. He was shocked to find you sound asleep, his voice coming from your phone in a hushed tone and your arms wrapped around one of his pillows.
Smiling, he was unable to help the sudden pang of affection for you that swelled in his chest. You had been trying so hard to stay awake to surprise him properly, but the jet-lag had gotten to you first. Gently he pried your phone from your hands, switching it off and putting it on the bedside table.
He got undressed, wearing a sweater and boxers while he climbed into bed. He chuckled as he saw you wearing one of his jerseys, shaking his head at the cute sight: it was a good two to three sizes too big for you, and the sleeves were hanging so far down your hands, you could immediately tell how much broader his shoulders were compared to your smaller form. Making sure not to wake you, he got comfortable, snaking his arm over your waist and onto your stomach, a content sigh leaving his lips.
You whined as you turned over, pressing your face into Jisung's chest, your hands taking hold of his clothes' fabric. "Jisung..." you said as you breathed in his scent. "I missed you," you muttered tiredly, words slurring together. "I love you..."
It was clear you were still half asleep, but you had still made sure to tell him you loved him, never once missing the opportunity and especially now that he was here with you.
He smiled at you warmly, kissing your forehead while you brought a leg over his waist. "I love you, too," he whispered, his breathing evening out.