#15/7/2024

[0intp0]

Please don't scroll and give attention to this post!

Recently in my country Bangladesh, students around all over the country are protesting against a government policy named "Quota"

Basically it's a quota reserved for the children of our freedom fighters who fought in our 1971 liberation war for government jobs in our country.

Now the problem is, even the unqualified children and grandchildren of our freedom fighters are getting this privilege. Logically speaking why should they get a government job over a person who actually deserved it more than them?

This is actually a more serious issue but because of lack of good words I can't explain it properly and that's my failure

But this is not why I grabbed your attention today

According to law, every human has the right to protest for injustice if they are not harming other people in the process.

But seems like some political parties do not agree with it

Mark this date, yesterday, 15 July 2024,

Students were attacked by the students political party called "ছাত্রলীগ" or "student's league" because of their protest in Dhaka university,Eden mohila college, Jahangirnagar University, Dhaka medical college, jagannath university and many more government universities all over the country

Students were brutally beaten by rods,there were bricks thrown towards them.

I live near "Dhaka college" and approximately 2 hours ago I heard minor blast noises and saw people literally throwing bricks at each other. You can look for yourself on news channels since many international media are covering it.

Here's a voicemail of a female student-

Vague translation-

"Today if you people saw the situation in our campus believe me you all would literally hate the student's league or fear it for your whole life.

In front of us, they had beaten the boys with rods to half death. The boys had come to us and begged us saying big sister please let us hide here or they will kill us. We tried to hide them with our Scarf,Burkas,behind the curtains but those people pushed us aside and took our classmates out and beat them with rods on their heads and they were our familiar faces who did this inhumane act. They literally laid them on the roads.

They threw big bricks towards the female student's chests, our clothes were torn but those who are our bachmates whom we attended class all year didn't say anything about it and in social media they are supporting this behavior."

This is clearly, a violation of human rights and morality.

Here are some pictures for proof-

Here is a link for some posts:

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Please do not ignore us Bangladeshi students and spread this news of injustice.

We might be from a country very far from you but injustice anywhere around the world is a threat to justice in every corner of the world.

[aineran]

To Bangladeshi students, if any of you want to share their experience, what you have you seen, what has happened, what you felt, please inbox me. Or write your experience and send it to @katsuragirei26@gmail.com. I never really told anyone, but I aspire to be a writer. For the last two days, I felt so desperate, frustrated and helpless, what can I do? I hear all of these news, I don't know how much is true...

I say someone say who will draw today's picture? Write today's story?  I felt it then, if today our so called intellectuals don't, then we must write ourselves! If I don't write at this time, then how can I dream of being a writer!? Those of us who write or paint and can't go to protest, let us take our pen and paint. Let it be our protest! I am not a good writer, just another average student. I cannot say I can make something out of your experience or what I will write will be good in quality. BUT I will try and I will give it my all. That's what I can do. So if you want to share your or your friend or anyone's true story, contact me. I have a fleeting idea, I want to make it a reality.

[pigeonneaux]

I hear you call my name (and it feels like home)

[pastadoughie]

Hi 👋

I hope you are well 🤗

I'm writing to you and have full confidence in your urgent support and assistance to me.

My family is in great danger due to the war, and I'm create a GoFundMe campaign to save them.

Could you reblog the post about my campain, please? You will find out on my profile

Every reblog can make a difference in my family's life 🙏

Thank you for your kindness support ❤️☺️

this is vetted! you can find the gofundme here

i hope ur campaign can take off soon 4 the sake of you & your family!!

[jortenthusiasst]

Remember when Jean had to stripped Neil's hair color 😔 still wanna know how the hell he got his hair back to even close his original color - a ginger who dyed her hair w dark brown box dye and has yet to get it back to its original color years later 😔

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I just really think about what Neil doesn't remember from his time in the nest. Bc if I recall, he said he blacked out for the last part mostly. The riko spit scene is the 2nd most haunting scene in the series I think. Ooo lemme know if I should rank my top 10 most disturbing/upsetting(?) Scenes from the series tehe

[royalarchivist]

GuhZera: Thank god your livelihood depends on streaming and not music.

Gris: [Punches GuhZera]

Guaxinim: What the hell, man! You're right though. 😅

[Guaxinim is performing "Glad You Came" by The Wanted]

[mikeywayarchive]

Mikey Way & Jon Rivera will have a signing at San Diego Comic Con on Saturday, July 27, 2024!

Title TBA for now (7/15/24)

[shitty-postal-dude-daily]

SLIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(requests open)

[shinigami-striker]

MHA Izuku & Mirio Birthday!! | Monday, 07.15.24

Happy birthday to both Izuku Midoriya (Deku) and Mirio Togata (Lemillion) from My Hero Academia!! 🎂 🎂

[remembertheplunge]

I found this note —folded into the shape of an arrow at about 10:30am 11/15/87–after a Beautiful run in Balboa Park. Same to you my friend.

The note reads on front:

11/15/87. 9:17am

Dear Someone:

I hope you have a great day today. Today is the greatest day in my intiare life.

Love

A friend

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On the back of the note:

To Someone

Fr. A friend

[sedlex]

Paralympics are a bit more relaxed

[0intp0]

Save Bangladeshi students

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[pastadoughie]

Hello, 👋

My name is Ahmed, and I am from Gaza 🇵🇸. The war has left my life in ruins I have lost my home, my job, and my ability to support my family. My children and I have suffered severe injuries. 😔

I am desperately seeking your help to protect my children, evacuate them from Gaza, and continue my medical treatment abroad.

Your donation of just 5 euros could make a significant impact on our lives and help ensure my children's safety. My campaign is verified, and you can ask for any details to confirm my story. I promise, I am a real person in need, not a robot or scammer.

Please consider donating and sharing our story. "My children are waiting and in need of your donations." 🙏🙏

Thank you from the depths of my heart for your support.

this is vetted!! {heres the link} i really hope the best for you and ur family <3 !!

[silvrash-797]

Gloomstruck

Chapter 2: Beatdown

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Shadow strode away from the shallow lake of gloom, anger and malice roiling in his veins, totally ignoring the patch of wispy blue spirits that floated nearby.

His walk through the gloom had filled him with confidence, like a second skin; a burning need to destroy something rippled throughout his soul. Dark, malicious magic sparked at his fingertips, familiar and strange in equal measures.

As he approached the ring of rocks outside the torchlight, he could hear the animalistic grunts and growls of monsters, as well as a rhythmic chink of something striking stone, over and over again.

He stalked closer, snatching up a bomb flower and a few odd purple flowers as he went. Scrambling up the rocky face, he stood tall and confident as he surveyed the camp.

Below, he saw a handful of creatures mindlessly hacking at several greenish ore deposits: three short, pig-snouted creatures with long, bat-like ears and bauble-tipped horns sprouting from their foreheads, and two lizard-like creatures with beady, pulsating eyes and their own set of scythe-shaped horns. Dull red veins of gloom curled like patchwork across each silver pelt.

A horn blared from somewhere off to his left, and an arrow skated across the rocks between his feet. The sudden clamoring alerted the monsters below, and they snarled to life, swarming across the rocks to where Shadow stood, heart suddenly thundering in his chest.

How could he be so dumb as to miss the lookouts?

Two blue-pelted monsters – one of each type – standing on lookout towers took aim at Shadow again, missing him by a hair. He yelped and scrambled backwards, attempting to throw a bolt of magic at the lizard creature across from him, but the foreign-familiar power retreated when faced by its own kind, leaving his fingertips numb.

A trickle of fear found a crack in his confidence and dug in deep. Shadow tried to swallow, to think, to move, but his body wouldn’t listen. He stood, frozen, as the hissing, squealing monsters surrounded him, hammers and spears held aloft menacingly.

“H-hey, guys,” he finally managed, voice embarrassingly squeaky. “Can w-we…talk about this? Sh-shadow creature to shadow creature?”

The closest pig monster shrieked in his face, sending spittle flying everywhere. It swung its hammer at his torso, and only a reflexive pull on his own innate magic allowed him intangibility in time to avoid his ribs being crushed.

This enraged the other monsters, and they began to close rank, brandishing their weapons and menacing him with their horns.

The anger and malice that had previously filled him responded in kind; a growl rumbled deep in his chest as he took up a defensive position, his confidence restored.

He’d commanded monsters much stronger and larger than these. Defeating them and asserting his position over them should be easy.

Shadow dodged the thrust of a spear and ducked into a roll, feeling the whoosh of air as another hammer was swung at the place his head had been. He came up behind the cordon of monsters, a sharp grin plastered across his face.

My turn.

But first, he needed a weapon. Magic could only get him so far.

He threw one of the purple flowers at the closest pig monster, hoping to surprise it enough to make it drop its hammer. Instead, the bud exploded in a scintillating cloud of pink and purple petals, enveloping the pig, a lizard, and himself in its haze.

A rosy film descended over his mind, and the concept of friend versus foe, of reality itself, warped. Faces and voices from his past flickered into life around him.

“Just stay behind us like a normal shadow!” Blue taunted.

Shadow growled and swung his arm like a sword. The malicious magic festering inside responded, roaring to life with his fury. He felt the magic moving like a black fog bank, until it struck something solid and sent it flying with a squeal.

Something thick, heavy, and whip-like collided with his ribs, knocking him sideways and forcing the air from his lungs. “I won’t forgive you.” Lord Ganon's voice was low and grating, like a physical weight on his soul. “You haven’t fulfilled your task yet.”

Shadow groaned, staggering blindly to his feet. What was I doing?

A weapon! Link wouldn’t catch him unawares this time!

Shadow screamed as a sword pierced his shoulder, knocking him to the ground and pinning him there. Smokey laughter drifted on a breeze, then the Dark Cloud materialized in front of him.

“You’re just a mere shadow clone. Don’t make me laugh!” Blows from sharp and blunt weapons pummeled Shadow's body, and he cowered as the entity laughed mockingly. “Hurry up and go do your job, Mr. Hero's shadow. Don’t forget that you only exist thanks to Lord Ganon!”

Clarity returned, then. Blue, Ganon, Dark Cloud – all the vicious taunts and doubts – all vanished. The monsters beating him to a bloody mess, however, did not.

Shadow rallied his anger and frustrations, feeding the magic he’d been given by the gloom. With an agonized cry, he let a blast loose, blowing away the monsters and giving himself an opening to escape. He tossed the bomb behind him as he fled, hoping to increase his lead.

Stumbling as fast as his weakened body could go, Shadow crossed a large plain of clear ground, heading back towards the stone arch he’d seen earlier.

He found a welcoming patch of gloom and sank into it gratefully. He shivered as the malice enfolded him, reinforcing its claim on his magic. The whispers on the non-existent breeze returned, stroking his feelings of anger and betrayal back into a blazing inferno.

How could he have been defeated?! Those monsters were small fry, mere vermin! He’d have to find whoever resurrected him and teach them a lesson. How dare they bring him back so weak!

He needed more power. He was told he could rule! And by any deities of darkness who cared to listen he would succeed!

[6kate1bishop6]

obsessed with batman just going to tims house and waking him up in the middle of the night to tell him he figured out a clue