#Axis event

[huldrabitch]

Everytime I see anything about ozempics I think about the superior iron man comic where evil capitalist Tony releases extremis disguised as an app to make people healthy/beautiful, only to add a 100 dollars subscription fee per day making him even richer and also turning millions of people addicts desperate for money to keep the app.

[sayruq]

Never forget that this would not be happening had Biden reined in Israel in October '23 instead of giving them a blank check to attack anyone they please. At the very least there should have been consequences for Israel bombing an embassy.

Instead Biden promised iron clad support for Israel. We're now facing the possibility of a huge regional war that will devastate the lives of tens of millions of civilians in West Asia

[workersolidarity]

🇵🇸⚔️🇮🇱 🚀🏢💥 🚨

HAMAS ANNOUNCES THREE HOSTAGES WERE KILLED IN ISRAELI RECOVERY OPERATION, INCLUDING AMERICAN CITIZEN

📹 A video published by the Hamas Palestinian resistance movement states that yesterday's operation to recover four Israeli hostages held the resistance actually killed three other captives, including an American citizen.

"Your Israeli government killed a number of your captives in order to save other captives," a caption from the video details.

"After the massacre that your army committed in Nuseirat Camp yesterday to rescue 4 captives."

The message continues by stating that "in exchange for them, your own army killed 3 of your own captives in the same attack; one of them holds a USA citizenship."

"Your captives will not be released unless our prisoners are freed," the resistance group added, referring to thousands of prisoners being held by "Israel", including hundreds of Palestinian children from across Gaza and the occupied West Bank.

"Time is running out." ⏱️

#source

@WorkerSolidarityNews

[hwsfemmephenomenon]

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[ask-the-little-italian]

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Help?

I followed them. . . .

[fisheito]

dante can swim, right? theres' no wauy the Royal Solarian Staff would let their king go his whole life not knowing such a lifesaving skill JUst cuz it's a desert doesn't mean there aren't pools!!! he has to know they HAD to have taught him there's no way he's stepping on a cruise ship surrounded by water while UNable to swim what if he falls in?!? he's not gonna float that's furr sure look at his muscle density and lack of fat the man's gonna sink like cement

[merbear25]

hey hi! For the Halloween event can you do america x gn reader, carnival and fortune telling. Thanks! :D

Hello! Thank you for sending in a request for the event. I'm not sure what came over me, but I ended up writing something super fluffy, so I hope you like it! 💜🧡

A night filled with joy and laughter: there couldn’t have been a better way to spend it than with a special someone. The screams from those on the rides filled the air as you two strolled down the colorfully lit sidewalk. A faint glow appeared in the distance, catching your eyes and luring you in for the possible future it wanted to share with you.

CW: SFW, gn!reader, fluffy romance, established relationship

A glimpse at what’s to come (America)

The rain had turned into a light drizzle. Its tapping on the windows could have lulled you to sleep if you allowed it. However, your boyfriend’s constant rummaging through the closet pulled you out of the sleepy state with ease.

“What are you looking for exactly?” You called without bringing your cheek off your palm.

“Oh, just lost track of something…again.” The humph that followed as he continued digging through the mess in the drawers finally brought you away from the window.

“Well, let me help you.”

“No, don’t worry about it,” he waved off your offer with a smile. “Go get ready. The rain is letting up, so I think we can leave soon.”

The crisp autumn air and the lingering scent of rain in the dry air was one of your favorite parts of the season. Changing colors of trees lined your path towards the carnival. Despite the overcast making the day appear gloomy, the leaves were vibrant and your shared laughs were lively, making the day brighter than the sun could ever manage.

With the day setting, the carnival lights danced more prominently, illuminating the newly dark sky in soft rays. Your fingers laced with his as you got closer, knowing that the evening would be a night to remember.

“What’s that?” He pointed to a faint yellow-ish glow off to the side of the main event.

“I’m not sure.”

“Well, let’s go and see then!”

Drawing nearer to the object, the light shined down on the animatronic of an old man with a long curly mustache. In front of him was a display of cards spread out on his little table. The sign had burnt out but was legible. 

“The great Zoltar. Let your future be heard,” you read aloud. “Do you think it still works?”

“There’s only one way to find out,” Alfred chuckled while digging in his pocket for loose change. The coins fell with thuds in the old machine, and soon after a delay the animatronic was brought to life.

“So many want to hear of what will be but so few can handle it. Are you one of those few who can stomach what lies ahead?”

A ticket was spit out from the thin slot. Alfred took it and furrowed his brow at the script.

“Well? What does it say?”

“Looking in the face of fear can promise rewards beyond what money can buy.” A moment standing in front of the eerie machine sent a chill down your spine. Alfred shook his head, unable to decipher what it could be referring to. He took your hand in his again, his smile beaming as you journeyed on the damp leaves towards the main entrance.

Cotton candy shared between the two of you left for sticky, yet tasty pecks on the lips. You watched him toss rings around the bowling pins just barely skillfully enough to win you a stuffed animal, all while a sense of adoration washed over you. That small companion was kept nuzzled in your arms and against your chest as he guided you towards the large metal wheel that appeared to be increasing to unfathomable heights right before your very eyes.

“You know I don’t do well with these.” You tugged at his sleeve in timid protest.

“But the view will be so worth it once we’re at the top!” His eyes sparkled with excitement at having a look at the city from high up on the ferris wheel. Your reservations kept you glued to the pavement, and that look of your nerves eating away at your smile yanked at his heartstrings. He pulled you into his embrace and rested his chin on top of your head. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

A long sigh drew out of you before you pulled away to look at him. “I’ll stomach the height for you but just this once.” You winked.

With a soft kiss being placed on your forehead, you then took your seat on the massive wheel. The metal bar clasped over you, sealing you in as the gentle sway of the contraption made your heart jump into your throat. Your grip tightened on the bar, but the gentle touch of his hand finding yours let it loosen slightly. His fingers laced with yours, pulling your attention to him as the city lights in the distance flickered.

“You were right,” you gestured to the lights behind him. “It’s beautiful from up here.”

“Yeah, it really is.” His tone fell and his words were shaky.

“Don’t tell me you’re the one getting cold feet now.” Your playful teasing didn’t stir much of a response from him. Instead, he reached for something in his pocket. His breath became shallow and a bit faster in pace as he turned towards you. Whatever was in his hand he had a death grip on it.

“I know you hate heights, but this just seemed like the perfect opportunity to ask you.” 

Your heart was pounding so loudly you weren’t sure if you heard his question correctly. ‘Will you marry me?’ left you speechless for a moment. You nodded slowly at first, then excitedly when his nerves settled and were replaced with a warm smile of relief. “Yes, yes, of course!”

Throwing your arms around him, the sway and tilt of the compartment did little to keep you from sealing your agreement with a kiss. The night sky twinkled with colorful lights which danced on your bodies as the ride took you back down to where you previously didn’t want to part, but now the suspension in the air couldn’t be long enough.

[ebraheem--abd]

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[ask-the-pearloftheorient]

2/5 - Taiwan

Romantic date? Eh. . . Not likely

We did spot a cutie in a coffee shop, Taiwan got her number

[chao-mp3]

Can someone please make a timeline of the hetalia fandom

[sayruq]

It's actually crazy talking to friends and relatives about what's going on because very few of them know that this is a retaliatory attack. I keep seeing people online call the attack unprovoked too.

So those who don't know, on April 1st Israeli warplanes bombed Iran's consulate in Damascus. The attack killed 7 of Iran’s military advisers including 3 senior commanders.

Reuters reporters at the site in the Mezzeh district of Damascus saw emergency workers clambering atop rubble of a destroyed building inside the diplomatic compound, adjacent to the main Iranian embassy building. Emergency vehicles were parked outside. An Iranian flag hung from a pole by the debris.

Iran's ambassador to Syria said the strike hit a consular building in the embassy compound and that his residence was on the top two floors. Iran's Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps said in a statement that seven Iranian military advisers died in the strike including Mohammad Reza Zahedi, a senior commander in its Quds Force, which is an elite foreign espionage and paramilitary arm.

This attack on the embassy is against international law. Embassies are protected sites. But instead of condemning the attack and putting pressure on Israel, the US has spent the past week and a half calling West Asian countries to put pressure on Iran, with Biden going as far as to warn Iran not to attack Israel and saying that his support for Israel is 'iron clad'.

The West, the UN, and UN Security Council have largely failed to condemn the attack which means Iran has no choice but to retaliate with force in order to prevent future attacks. Otherwise, the country will look vulnerable and weak, especially to the Israeli occupation government which has spent months bombing neighbouring countries like Syria and Lebanon

[workersolidarity]

🇮🇱⚔️🇸🇾 🚀🚀 🚨

ISRAELI OCCUPATION ARMY BOMBS TARGETS OUTSIDE OF DAMASCUS IN LATEST ZIONIST ATTACKS AGAINST SYRIA

📹 Scenes of large explosions resulting from the Israeli occupation forces (IOF) air and missile strikes targeting the outskirts of the Syrian capital of Damascus overnight.

According to a report in the official Syrian Arab News Agency (SANA), at least two civilians were wounded after Zionist aggression targeted a number of sites on the outskirts of Damascus.

“At approximately 21:30 p.m. on Sunday, the Israeli enemy launched an aerial aggression from the direction of the occupied Syrian Golan, targeting a number of points in the vicinity of Damascus,” a military source is quoted as saying to reporters with SANA.

“The Israeli aggression resulted in the injury of two civilians and some material losses," the source added.

#source

#videosource

@WorkerSolidarityNews

[uty-failgeno-au]

bonks axis over the head with a comically large wrench

(note from Exar: merry christmas!)

[ask-the-little-italian]

Feli! You okay??

I feel bella! No wait, bello. Bello, I'm not a girl. Hold on wrong word. . . belissimo! That's it!

I can't feel anything from the waist down and everything's like it's floating in the air, but I feel very happy for whatever reason, ve~~~

People came to say

They know me

And we're friends

So that means

We're friends

I think so

. . . .

I don't know these people

[creacherviolence]

I love horror stories centered around hubris.

Sure, hopping in a death trap and taking a slow joyride to the soggy depths of hell is arguably the fucking stupidest series of life choices possible. And sure, the majority of these men spent decades hoarding wealth and said wealth made them feel invincible. They disturbed an antique mass gravesite for their own personal enjoyment. And yet, there's this sort of cognitive dissonance surrounding the conversation.

In a work of fiction, the plot would be perfectly set up for them to "have it coming." It's got all the tropes. A dangerous, spooky setting at the bottom of the ocean. Rich men with little regard for human life. Hubris, in their own arrogant assumption that enormous wealth gave them godlike invulnerability. Hubris again, underestimating the raw power of the ocean. Disrespecting the dead, whose ghosts have haunted the world for over a century in the form of a story we never stopped telling. Ghosts who were innocent victims of the same hubris: The Unsinkable's dire shortage of lifeboats and other emergency supplies. It's like it was written to be a story about bad men who get their comeuppance. It's irony layered in irony like a goddamn metaphor ratatouille.

But can anyone have that coming?

Who gets to decide what is justice and what is tragedy?

There is no author figure outside the extremely predictable consequences of their own actions. There's nobody on the other side of the plot typing out a heavy-handed morality tale. There's no intent to force the reader to decide between empathy and condemnation because this is the news and not a short story in literature class. The whole thing is built like a sick twin of some lost Ray Bradbury tale but it isn't.

And not only is it real, it's happening right now. I don't know how long an actual event needs to cook before it becomes modern mythos, but it sure as shit is longer than yesterday. Though some facts are lost to the water, the broad strokes of the sinking of the Titanic are largely known. The events in the sub are a complete mystery because Schrödinger's boxheads are still nowhere to be found.

Now, maybe analyzing the last moments of the missing-presumed-dead like a piece of literature is in poor taste. But I think the most chilling, the most compelling part of this whole shitshow, is how quickly someone can change from a person into a story. Both immortalized and already dead before they even knew they were doomed.

[merbear25]

England and ‘is this how you flirt with everyone?’ because for sure he flirts by making little sarcastic remarks, she/her pronouns for the reader plz !

Hey, hey! Thank you for the request! Oh, yeah, he'd totally flirt like this and that's one of the things we love about him 🤭 I hope you like it!

CW: SFW, fem!reader, reciprocted feelings, bits of humor, nerd talk

Flirtatious undertones

Couldn't finding the room for the Hellfire club actitives ever be easy for you? The room had been changed for the fourth time this month, making you run around like a chicken with its head cut off.

You hadn't even been apart of this club for that long and you came to nearly every meet late. Having to keep up with the constant room changes seemed too confusing because there didn't appear to be much of a pattern and the schedule wasn't always up to date.

Finally reaching the designated room, you opened the door to find England sitting at the end of table alone. Looking around the room in slight confusion, you asked where Romania was.

Huffing at the inconvenience of being the only one to have arrived on time, he spit out that Romania was just as late as you were. "How hard is it to read a schedule, honestly?"

"Apparently too hard, otherwise we'd have been on time." Despite him scoffing at your remark, you pulled up a chair next to him. "And did you ever think it'd be easier to keep the room the same like every other club here?" you added, leaning forward and smirking at him.

Mirroring your body language, he closed the gap between you and said with a faint smile, "Well, if you knew how to read you'd notice the other clubs alternate rooms too."

Flushing from being called out on your own negligence, you threw yourself back in your chair, crossing your arms.

Chuckling in triumph at your pouting face, you were making it far too easy for him to tease you. "I'd say your lack of perception in our table tops perfectly reflects real life." The exagerated shock from his playful jab only egged him on, "But it's not all your fault. Those pesky dice have made it so much harder, you poor thing."

"Oh, as if I fail as many skill checks as you! Don't you remember how confident you were checking out that one section of the forest? You rolled a one and got stung by a swarm of wasps, which put you on life saving throws."

"Only because you and Romania failed yours, leaving the mission up to me! It was a fluke, unlike yours."

"I beg to differ!"

Cocking a grin, he leaned forward, "What about that time you got poisoned by wild berries? Or when you've missed nearly every jump?" He wasn't giving you a chance to defend youself―wanting to savor your defeat. "And who other than me to come and save you each time," throwing his final blow in a softer tone to highlight his generous nature, he tilted his head to come across softer, despite feeling quite pleased with himself.

Blinking at the absolute gall he had, the following crept past your lips without any thought put into it, "Is this how you flirt with everyone?"

The cocky smirk he had was immediately replaced by a hue. It'd been awhile since he'd been at a loss for words, but you managed to catch him off guard with that comment.

Watching him struggling to find the words to utter a snarky remark, you cocked an eyebrow at him.

"I was not flirting! A-and even if I were, you started it, so you've been the one doing the flirting!" You could practically feel the heat radiating off his flustered face.

Wanting to get the upper hand, you lead with, "Don't worry! I won't tell anyone about your little crush on me."

"You wish I had a crush on you! T-that's just absurd..." trailing off he averted his eyes from your gaze.

When you slowly leaned in closer, you noticed his chest rising and falling more quickly. "And here I was thinking about what a lucky girl I was," you frowned.

Feeling like he was being backed into a corner, he tried to fight off his rising coyness towards your forward behavior. Whether or not you were being genuine, he still felt the need to come out on top, "Well, if you're that heartbroken, love, then why don't you..." he hadn't noticed how much of the gap he'd closed between the both of you.

Your eyes were locked on each other's. They fluttered back and forth between making eyecontact and your lips, which were twitching with anticipation.

Hesitantly, you inched closer, keeping your softened gaze on his quivering bottom lip. Just barely being able to brush against them, he pushed his nerves aside, meeting your feverish kiss with confidence.