#13 June 2024

[northgazaupdates]

13 June 2024

Journalist Mohamed/Hamoda Shahen documents hundreds of children queuing in line to receive a ration of broth. After a brief period of allowing the entrance of a few aid convoys, the occupation has once again forbidden nearly all food imports into north Gaza, and starvation is spreading rapidly. Instagram user mydxb2024 provides a full English translation below. Please read the translation, as it is very informative.

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Hamoda: The days of famine have returned, as you can see…what are these children queueing for? For a meal, or anything that they can eat. Israeli has prohibited all basic essential food items from entering Northern Gaza…meats, fruits, vegetables, etc. for nearly 100 days now. They did on one occasion allow some food to enter for a short period of 10 days, but then completely prohibited anything after that. As we are seeing here, all these children running and racing just to be able to get their daily sustenance… (asking a boy) Why are you here today?

Boy 1: So I can get a cooked meal.

Hamoda: You don't have any no food?

Boy 1: There is nothing at all.

Hamoda: Of any kind?

Boy 1: There is no kind of (food), nothing!

Hamoda: Alright, and what will you do if you don't get anything today?

Boy 1: We have some flour, so we'll just eat plain bread!

Hamoda: How many of you are there at home?

Boy 1: We're more than 20 people!

Hamoda: Alright the sun is very hot. You don't feel hot standing out here?'

Boy 1: By Allah, I'm burning up but what else can we do?

Hamoda: How long have you been out here?

Boy 1: By Allah, I've been here more than 2.5 hours!

Hamoda: Standing in the sun? So you can feed your family?

Boy 1: Yes, so I can feed my family. And many members of my family have been martyred!

Hamoda: May Allah Grant you safety and well being. (Walking toward another boy) And why are you standing in the sun?

Boy 2: So we can eat a morsel of bread!

Hamoda: Alright, and if you end up not getting anything and have to go home (empty-handed), what will you do?

Boy 2: Then (I'll eat) anything! A loaf of bread, even half a loaf!

[sunshineandlyrics]

🚊 An ad promoting Louis performing at the Zürich Openair Festival on 24 August, Switzerland, 13 June 2024.

[devilishgaysayshey]

Peter Pan Birthday HC's

-OUAT - You're his SO - slightly NSFW-

-In honour of Peter Pan's birthday (13 June)-

• You had to play all sorts of mind games in order for Pan to say when his birthday is. However, as time stands still in Neverland, you'd have to have done the math in order to figure the day out.

• Of course none of the lost boys know his birthday, he prefers it this way, because he likes his walls.

• He thinks it's quite sweet how much you care for this day. So he'll indulge.

• Peter Pan doesn't really care about his birthday. However, seeing as you want to celebrate it with him so much, he'll be more excited for it.

• He doesn't really care about a present either. He could have anything he wanted anyways. All he wants to do is just spend some special time together, and have your full attention.

• You could make him very happy with some sorth of thrilling game to play. (Bonus points if it's erotic.) And the less he knows at first, the better. You know how much he likes his guessing games.

• And in any case, he'll make remarks about how 'it's his birthday so therefore you have to do whatever he wants', inevitably leading up to a vigorous few rounds of sex.

That's it, BYE.

[calabria-mediterranea]

Procession and dances for the feast day of Saint Anthony of Padua in Lamezia Terme, Calabria, Italy - 13th of June, 2024

Photos via @vivilamezia

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[mushroomsie224]

AAAAAAAAAA I FINISHED IT I FINISHED IT I FINISHED IT!!!

[sarahpalibino]

Happy 35 and alive

[royalarchivist]

Pac: I can't keep doing this, I can't do this– [Laughs] I can't do this anymore— What is this, man?!

If you didn't see Pac suffering in Sims earlier today, here's a (translated & subtitled) compilation of some silly Sims Hideduo moments that made poor Pac look like he was questioning all his life choices.

[halloweenbaking]

[miyrumiyru]

White-striped cephalothorax

닻표늪서성거미 (Pisaura ancora)

[serickswrites]

Wait, what were you thinking?

Warnings: hostage situation, self sacrifice, human shield, gun, gun violence, rescue

"Wait!" Whumpee shouted as they rushed forward.

"Get down, Whumpee!" Caretaker hissed from behind the boxes where they had taken shelter. Bullets rained down around them as they crouched trying to get Whumpee's attention.

But Whumpee ignored them.

"Whumper," Whumpee called loudly as they strode forward, arms raised above their head. "I'll make you a deal!"

"Oh?" Whumper said as they stepped out from their own sheltered area. Caretaker still didn't have a clear shot that they could take, but soon they hopefully would.

"Yes," Whumpee said as they stopped out of Whumper's reach. "I'll...I'll go with you. I won't fight. I won't run. I'll go with you. If you let everyone else go."

"Whumpee, no!" Caretaker cried, but Whumpee ignored them.

"You would give yourself to me?" Whumper smiled. "So freely?"

"Yes, please. Just let everyone else go." Caretaker could see Whumpee was trembling.

Whumper moved suddenly, pulling Whumpee to their chest and pressing their gun to Whumpee's temple. "You may be willing to go with me, but the others won't let you go so easily, Whumpee."

"LET WHUMPEE GO!" Caretaker roared as they stood up and took aim at Whumper's head. They didn't have a clear shot. They could hear the rest of the team shouting and they could see Whumpee's lips moving, but couldn't hear Whumpee.

"Why would I let them go when you won't hurt me if I have them? They are the most precious little shield, don't you think?" They rubbed their cheek along Whumpee's hair. "So precious."

Caretaker opened their mouth to scream, but Whumpee was suddenly moving. They headbutted Whumper, twisting as they moved. The gun went off, but Whumpee kept moving, their elbow colliding with Whumper's jaw. Whumpee kept spinning around, their arm windmilling and pinning Whumper's own arms.

And before Caretaker could say anything else, Whumpee was standing over Whumper, gun in hand, their chest heaving. "Freeze," Whumpee panted.

"Whumpee! Whumpee!" Caretaker shouted. Had the bullet hit Whumpee?

Whumpee didn't respond as they stood over Whumper. "Whumpee, Whumpee say something!"

Whumpee didn't move until other team members had restrained Whumper. Caretaker came up beside Whumpee. Caretaker could see Whumpee wasn't bleeding. They hadn't been shot. Caretaker almost fainted with relief. They pulled Whumpee into a tight hug. "What were you thinking Whumpee? You could have been shot! You could have been killed."

Whumpee trembled in Caretaker's arms. "I...I wasn't thinking." Their arms slowly came up around Caretaker. "I just knew I couldn't let you get hurt. And so I just acted."

Caretaker pulled back, they could see the tears in their eyes mirrored in Whumpee's. "Don't do that. Ever. I need you. I need you to be alive, Whumpee."

Whumpee pulled Caretaker close. "And I need you to be alive, too, Caretaker."

[card-of-the-day]

Today's Card Is: Shuko

[bridgerton-bitch]

June 13th can’t get here fast enough.

[callmebrycelee]

HAPPY 38TH BIRTHDAY, KAT DENNINGS!!!

[ldshadowdoodles]

[205] Headache

-🐌

[homicidalbrunette]

Absolutely feeling herself

[blackrosesandwhump]

June of Doom Day 13

“Wait!” | Sacrifice | Adrenaline | Cornered

CW: magic whump, self-sacrifice, poison, suicide, royal whumpee

Locked in his own chamber, whumpee drags himself to his bed and collapses, adrenaline coursing through his veins despite his terrible weakness.

The last sign before the change, he whispers to himself. Weakness. The final stage.

His body is failing. His human body. Soon—within the hour—that body will cease to exist, and in its place will be a hideous monster. A monster that will destroy everyone who crosses its path. Already whumpee’s hands are starting to change, the flesh shrinking and greying, dark webs of blood vessels stretching across them. He can’t bear to look at them as he attempts to pull himself upward.

The hands that once served a kingdom. The body that was meant to be king.

With a cry of anguish and pain, he gives up and collapses against the bedframe, unable to continue. He’s too weak. The floor is a fitting resting place for a monster, he thinks, reaching a shaking hand into his vest.

This poison will only work on a human. It has to be now. Now, before it’s too late—

“Your highness!” The door rattles. Someone pounds frantically, desperate to get in. “Please, open the door!”

“You can’t…help me now,” the prince rasps, clutching the vial tight in his cursed fingers. “I must…I have to…” Pain sears up from his chest, obliterating his words. Now. It has to be now.

“Your highness, wait! Please wait!” The pounding starts again, echoing in the prince’s skull. “There has to be another way—please stop—”

It’s the only way, the prince whispers. With the last of his strength, he uncorks the vial. Salvation for his kingdom. Salvation from the monster that will destroy them if it survives.

“Wait!”

As his transformation begins in earnest, as the curse does its work, the prince drinks. The poison is swift and potent.

Death for the monster.

Salvation for his kingdom.