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[beardedmrbean]

Two men are facing a court in south-west France accused of beating a bus driver to death after they allegedly refused to wear face-masks.

The defendants, now aged 24 and 25, are accused of "dealing mortal blows" during the incident in the city of Bayonne in July 2020.

Philippe Monguillot, aged 59, died in hospital five days after the assault.

The two accused, Wyssem Manai and Maxime Guyennon, could face a 20-year prison sentence if convicted.

Prosecutors say Mr Monguillot was set upon after asking three men on his bus to show their tickets and adjust face-masks they were wearing over their chin.

The incident occurred after the end of France's first Covid lockdown, when masks were mandatory on all public transport.

In an ensuing confrontation, Mr Monguillot was kicked and punched and his head hit the pavement as he fell.

The city's mayor condemned it as a "barbaric act".

Mr Monguillot's death caused shock across France and thousands of people took part in a protest march led by his widow in Bayonne.

The trial opened on Friday at a court in Pau, 112km (70 miles) east of Bayonne.

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Good morning, Sleepyhead.

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[surreal-duck]

Tuesday is chuu day! (x)

[foolishlyzephyrus]

i feel like it’s so integral to have at least one “at home” episode for every companion. so much character to be revealed in the premise of aliens interfering with everyday life once they are back on earth

[transrevolutions]

if your "military operation" results in civilian deaths over three times the number of "militants" killed, including children, your military is a fucking immoral failure. no wonder the palestinians aren't "peacefully protesting". you're fucking slaughtering their kids.

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: dismemberment / ]

I think a lot about how Leo’s rescue could have easily ended in him losing a leg as the portal snaps shut on the Krang still clutching the limb, or, alternatively, only having Leo’s right arm make it out, still held dearly in his brother’s hand as the rest of Leo is left behind. (The latter hits even harder, as it directly parallels his future self in the worst of ways.)

I think a lot about how so many things could have gone wrong during the course of the movie with even a little bit of a change, but it really is harrowing how much of a coin-flip the entirety of the Prison Dimension rescue was.

[forgotten-daydreamer]

NO FUCKING WAY WFA S3 STARTED LIKE *THAT* OH MY GOD??

[livetogether--diealone]

SEB, Hungary 2015 | Clive Mason

[formulahs]

yall are weak as fuck charles literally won monaco with ferrari like 3 races ago. hes the number 1 guy on the team. they’re probably developing the new regs car around him. this was a bad leg in the middle of the season why are people so fucking thick

[alluralater]

thick rant incoming

“i’m not gonna share my age on tumblr but i’m an adult” okay but you’ll share all of your interests and random details about your life and where you live and your pronouns and basically everything and anything else that can be used to identify you?? get fuckin REAL. don’t interact with my blog and then act as though you deserve more than the effort it takes for me to block you. listing your age as an adult helps keep minors OUT of adult nsfw spaces. there is no secret access, there is no private back room for you because you think you can skirt the line. fuck off. if you’re so afraid of being identified online that you refuse to adhere to the conditions laid out by nsfw content creators, then stop interacting in adult nsfw spaces. you don’t get an all access pass on the basis of “im protecting myself”

if i can find out your identity from your age listed online then you are somehow giving away WAY too much info about yourself. even if i had your entire name and your age, i still would have a very hard time locating you. the fuck. you’re not protecting yourself, you’re shielding yourself from accountability in online spaces. “how do you know people aren’t lying” how do YOU know the creators you consume nsfw content from aren’t actually minors?? it’s this thing called ‘not everyone in the world is out to get you and this isn’t dateline.’ keep your wits about you and shut the fuck up oh my god.

you can’t consume adult nsfw content while also refusing to listen to the creators and ALSO get mad at them for expecting something reasonable from you. and listen, if people are lying, the fuck does that have to do with me?? it’s not my fault if someone decides to lie to gain access to my blog. morally and/or legally i would not be at fault. i’m also not out here shooting dms back and forth with tons of people that i don’t trust— are YOU? not everything is omegle. if you’re an adult, stop treating yourself like a vulnerable minor and start acting like you can withstand a crumb of responsibility. you are accountable for your actions and how you carry yourself in the spaces you inhabit. this is an adult ONLY space. either put your age in your bio or fuck off. what have you invested that you feel so entitled to be here?? nothing. not a damn thing. i block people like you ON SIGHT because you’re weird as fuck. anyways

[t00thpasteface]

my mom never disowned me for being a lesbian nor my brother for being trans but i think she might consider it if i told her i like bj hunnicutt and think he's funny

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

YOU ARE SO WRONG YOU STUPID TWINK. GET FORESHADOWED IDIOT.

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

dan and phil are like jesus in that they’re dramatic ass fruity men in their 30s always going like “i am making this SACRIFICE for THE PEOPLE” and everyone is like “no one asked you to do this in fact we’d all rather you just did not do this” and they’re like “IT IS TOO LATE NOW YOU HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE CONSEQUENCES THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED” and we’re like “no no we didn’t want this actually and you made this decision with your whole ass adult brain you truly could have just not done this and we’d all be better off for it but now we all have to suffer because YOU refuse to say no to shit” and i think that’s ridiculous stupid annoying awful beautiful

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛