#Internationally approved courses

[97kuu]

ONLY ON CAMERA pt.2

Part 1 here

summary; On the night of the Korean Music Awards, he planned to light up the group chat with every second caught on film—the way you yielded to him completely and took every bit of his pleasure.

Au; fwb! Secrete rleationship au! ! Jungkookidolau! Readerpopularidolau!

wc: under 3k

Warnings; sm^t, Dirty t^lk, public s^x, recording, dub con, or^l (m ), Slight plot, s^xualization, faci^l, after care, slight bond^ge, legs over shoulders pos, descriptive s^x, descriptive mast^rbat^^n (M), recorded , vocal jungkook, jungkook focused, i may have went overboard this time, cr^^y pu^^sy,

It was the night of the KMAs, held in China this year. You sat with your group, dressed in a sleek, mid-thigh black pencil skirt paired with a cropped button-up blouse—part of your group’s office-themed concept. A soft blanket covered your legs, a courtesy given to those wearing skirts and dresses.

Your group was scheduled to perform near the end of the show, a testament to your rising popularity both internationally and in Korea. With BTS up next, Jungkook’s mind raced with a plan to get you backstage before the night was over.

His idea was simple yet clever. Knowing he’d push himself to the limit during their performance, he could easily claim he needed water and a moment to sit down. A commercial break would follow right after, giving everyone—fans and idols alike—a chance to refresh themselves. Conveniently, the group performing after BTS had a pre-recorded set, which meant the arena would go dark for a few minutes.

The placement of your groups worked to his advantage too—girl groups were seated close to boy groups. All Jungkook had to do was walk past and casually mention that something about your outfit seemed to be coming loose, suggesting you needed to change quickly. It was the perfect excuse to slip away together, at least in theory.

With time slipping away, Jungkook and his band members headed backstage to change, touch up their makeup, and prepare for their performance. This year, they had two songs to perform, with the dance line separated as planned. Placing his in-ear monitor, slipping on rings, and grabbing his mic, he did one final check of his look in the mirror before heading out.

Thankfully, the main camera was often focused on your group’s section, making it easier for him to sneak subtle, suggestive movements and winks in your direction. He couldn’t help but feel blessed—their performance this year featured a mature concept with hip thrusts, floor choreography, and suggestive outfits that had all been pre-approved. It was the perfect setup.

As the performance ended, he struck his final pose, a playful kiss, and smirked subtly towards you. Bowing to the fans, he made his way down the side stairs of the stage, a towel handed to him. Suddenly stopping in his tracks, he turned towards you and, with a lighthearted, non-suspicious gesture, pointed out something about your top. His hand subtly shielded his mouth as he mouthed a comment about your button-up. To others, it looked like he was simply being protective, helping you avoid any unwanted exposure. The tight-fitting top had indeed shifted, subtly revealing your bra. Flustered, you discreetly covered yourself and excused yourself to go change.

Jungkook watched you leave, sitting down and counting the minutes. When the arena darkened for the pre-recorded segment, he seized the moment, slipping backstage and heading toward his group room. Jungkook quickly snuck through as the staff watched the stage in the front of their dressing room and snatched his phone out of his manager bag before sneaking to the bathroom where he figured you’d be.

Once he found it, he positioned himself near the private unisex bathroom reserved for idols, aware that only one person could use it at a time due to the PIN lock. His eyes scanned the area, searching for a cleaner, more secluded spot. Anticipation coursed through him, his mind racing with possibilities as he waited for you to come out.

Overhearing staff mentioned an unused lounge with a small sofa and a door nearby, he made a mental note. Checking his watch and biting the inside of his cheek, he heard the door open—and there you were. Freshly changed, looking even more irresistible.

“Oh, didn’t think I’d run into you,” you spoke formally to your senior, mindful that anyone could be nearby. Without a second thought, he grabbed your hand, leading you down the hall, the sound of your low heels clicking softly against the floor.

“Where are we going?” you whispered urgently. Jungkook glanced both ways before pressing you gently against the wall, his lips finding your neck. He leaned into you, his body pressing closer, a soft moan escaping your lips.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you in that skirt—the way your hips swayed while you danced,” he whispered, pulling away from your neck.” You didn’t wear safety shorts on purpose, did you?” he added, his arm sliding around your waist, leaving you too flustered to respond.

“We have a few minutes, the lights are dim, and there’s a private room right here,” he murmured before returning to kiss your neck, this time with more urgency. Without waiting for a response, he pulled you closer, guiding you into a nearby secluded waiting area. Locking the door behind you, he lowered the lights and immediately began unfastening your bra beneath your thin, cropped cardigan.

You stood frozen in shock, surprised by his bold actions and his keen eye for noticing the lace panties beneath your black skirt. As he tossed your shirt and bra onto the couch, your breasts naturally perked up, catching his attention. Without hesitation, he pulled his phone from his back pocket and quickly snapped a picture.

With a sideways tilt of confusion, you asked, “Who’s that for?”

He scratched his head, gulping slightly. “The 97 chat… We made bets on who’d get to you first, and since I—” he trailed off, sending the picture to the group chat.

Your eyes narrowed, and a mix of irritation and disbelief flashed across your face. You turned around to grab your clothes, bending down slightly. Before you could react, Jungkook’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against him. In one swift motion, he spun you to face him, pushing both of you down onto the couch, his need for you palpable in every move.

“Just because I took a picture doesn’t mean I’m done here,” he murmured, his voice low, as he slowly removed his belt, his weight still holding you in place.

“You’re lucky, I don’t let just anyone get this far,” you muttered, your frustration lacing your words.

“You haven’t had anyone else, though, have you?” he countered, his tone more teasing now. “You give off that vibe like you’re hard to get, but I’m the one you let in.” He slowly wrapped the belt around your wrists, his movements calculated and deliberate.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded, his voice low and teasing, sending a shiver down your spine. His breath was warm against your skin as he slid your pencil skirt down with a slow, deliberate motion. His eyes remained fixed on yours, a smoldering intensity in them.

“Don’t act like you don’t crave this, don’t pretend you’re not addicted to the way I make you feel,” he murmured, his voice dripping with desire. “You’re the only one who can drive me to the edge like this… And I’m the only one who can give you exactly what you need.”

Jungkook reached for his phone on the counter, his fingers quickly swiping across the smooth surface. He unlocked it and opened the camera app, his focus intent as he positioned the phone, preparing to capture the moment.

Jungkook’s fingers gripped the waistband of his pants and boxers, yanking them down with deliberate force. His eyes locked onto yours, the demand in his gaze clear, as he moved with purpose, fully aware of the tension he was creating between you two. He was soft, his member semi-erected as he adjusted himself closer to place his tip and a few inches of member in your throat.

With the press of the record button on his iPhone, he softly cupped the back of your head and bobbed your throat up and down slowly on his shaft as he watched the screen take every moment of it.

To him it was an art, watching you softly gag his hardening member as he turned on the flash of his phone's camera above your head. Your gaze lingered, soft yet charged with an unspoken promise—a captivating blend of innocence and allure that made it impossible for him to look away. The gentle play of light across your features only heightened the tension, drawing him in closer, his pulse quickening with each lingering glance. The camera recorded every moment of the interaction.

“You suck as if you remember it by heart, why is that baby? Hm?” He teased, zooming on your tongue and swirling around his swollen dripping, and aching tip.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Keep going—you know exactly how I like it.”

With approval your tongue glides slowly over the smooth, warm surface of his tip, the slight sweetness of his precum lingering on your taste buds. Each swirl and flick of your tongue draws out soft, low moans, as you savor the familiar heat and taste of his cock.

You gently suck, letting the head roll between your lips, your mouth filling with his sticky essence. Your hand wraps around his shaft, fingers gripping just right, guiding your tongue in a slow, deliberate tease. Each movement is calculated, each lick a tantalizing promise as you savor every intoxicating moment.

“Good, just like that.” he muttered, his tone low and commanding. “You know exactly what I like.”

Pulling himself from the grips of your mouth and clasping around his cock, he paused the recording, his finger brushing lightly over the screen before he turned the flash off, the bright light dimming. With a swift motion, he set the phone down on the nearby table, the soft thud of it against the surface breaking the silence. The room now felt calmer, the glow from the phone fading as the tension hung thick in the air, leaving a lingering anticipation for what would come next.

Scanning the room, he quickly considered his options, thinking through what would feel right in the moment. He was torn between standing and just simple missionary, simple but he could penetrate deeply if he wanted too, which he did. However in your current position on the floor and time, he settled with a missionary on the couch. Satisfied with his decision, he gently helped you lay back onto the couch, ensuring you were comfortable as he positioned himself to move closer.

Checking you out from your eyes to your chest he slowly pulled the shirt over his head, the fabric sliding smoothly against his skin, revealing the toned muscles of his chest and abs. As he tossed the shirt aside, his movements deliberate, the defined lines of his abs were now fully exposed. The room seemed to heat up as the faint glow of light highlighted the curves of his body, the play of muscle and skin captivating, leaving you momentarily breathless. His chest rose and fell with each slow breath, the faint scent of his skin filling the space between you, drawing you in even closer.

He cupped your face gently, his thumb grazing your cheek as his voice dropped low with desire. “I can’t wait to see you covered in my mark, all mine,” he whispered, a smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes darkened as he traced your jawline, his tone laced with need. “You’ll look perfect with my essence all over you.”

Your eye roll didn’t go unnoticed. Jungkook’s fingers moved quickly, tilting your head back with a firm, deliberate touch. His gaze softened just for a moment, but his voice remained steady, “Keep that attitude, and you’ll regret it.”

Backing away, he spread your legs open and paused . He smirked to himself, eyes locked on the dark wet spot on your panties. With a slow drag of his tongue over his bottom lip, he grinned, clearly satisfied by what he saw. His gaze never wavered as he bit down on his lip, the sight of you wet with desire only fueling his hunger. the subtle sign of your desire pressing through was seen a quiet indication of your anticipation to him. A loud one if that .

Before Moving you so you laid more comfortable on the couch, he took off the belt he used as cuffs and positioned himself on the couch as well. Sliding your panties off in a swift motion, he soon takes hold of his rock-hard member and places it at your entrance before continuing.

Jungkook, now kneeling on the couch between your legs, gently lifts them up and over his broad shoulders. With your legs resting on him, you recline back, your body sinking into the couch cushions. He leans in closer, his hands gripping your thighs firmly, pulling you closer as he checks your position with careful attention. His eyes flicker with desire, but he’s cautious, making sure you’re comfortable before moving forward. With a quick glance to gauge your response, he gets the unspoken green light and pushes deeper into you, the pace starts off slow.

His pace builds gradually, each thrust deeper than the last, his movements slow at first, testing the rhythm between you both. With every push, the depth intensifies, making you both crave more as his hands tighten around your thighs, pulling you closer. His breathing quickens, and with each thrust, he becomes more confident, the steady rhythm turning into a forceful momentum. As the pace picks up, he watches you intently, ensuring you’re with him every step of the way. The intensity of his thrusts grows, each one sending waves of pleasure, as he drives deeper, pushing both of you to the edge.

Your moans spill out in soft, breathy sighs, quickly turning into deeper, more desperate sounds. Each one is a raw, unfiltered expression of pleasure, your voice catching with every sharp gasp. As the intensity grows, your moans become louder, and more urgent, punctuated by quick, broken cries that match the rhythm of your body. Every sound is a clear, intimate signal of your rising desire, each moans more primal, more intense, vibrating with need.

Anyone could hear the way he drew those moans from you, the raw, unfiltered sounds slipping through the walls, daring anyone nearby to wonder who it was and what was happening. But would they have the nerve to walk in and witness their cherished idols like this—lost in each other, bodies entwined, passion laid bare? Your back arched, fingers clawing at the couch arm for stability, each cries a direct response to the relentless thrusts of Jungkook’s hips. To an outsider, the sounds were obscene, a scandalous symphony of need. But to Jungkook, they were everything—each moan, each gasp, a siren song that pushed him harder, deeper. Every breathless, pleasure-soaked moan from your lips was a symphony he owned, a melody crafted for him alone. Each note ignited his senses, a raw, beautiful harmony that sent him spiraling deeper into desire.

With each deep thrust, Jungkook’s voice grew rougher, panting through his moans. “You sound so hot right now, baby,” he groaned, sweat dripping from his brow as his dark eyes locked onto yours. “Every moan… it’s like music to me. You’re driving me insane.”

He leaned in closer, his breath ragged. “The way you moan… you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.” His thrusts grew more intense, his voice thick with lust. “You sound so sexy… it’s like you’re made just for me. Every sound… it’s got me throbbing.”

He gripped your thighs tighter, his pace relentless. “You’re making me harder than ever,” he growled between heavy breaths. “Those moans… they’re unreal. Keep going… I need to hear more. You don’t know how close I am… you’re driving me out of my mind.”

Urgently Jungkook’s eyes lock onto yours, his dark gaze smoldering with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. There’s a primal hunger in his expression, a raw, unrestrained desire that fuels each deep, deliberate thrust. His eyes wander over your body, taking in every arch of your back, every shuddering breath, every tremble beneath him. The way he watches you isn’t just passion—it’s possession, a silent claim, his focus never wavering as he drinks in the sight of you completely lost under him. Each movement draws a low growl from his throat, the darkness in his eyes deepening with every thrust, leaving you feeling utterly consumed by his intense, unwavering stare.

“I can’t hold back… shit,” he mutters, his breath ragged, the low timbre of his voice dripping with raw, biting desire. Jungkook’s breath quickens as he moves, low, guttural grunts escaping from his chest. Each sound is a blend of pleasure and exertion, his body tensing with every push. His voice is deep and ragged, a sign of the growing intensity as he loses himself in the moment. His groans are slow at first, drawn-out sounds of satisfaction, before becoming faster, more urgent, as his pace quickens. The sounds escape from him almost involuntarily, his body betraying him as the pleasure builds.

Jungkook comes to a sudden halt, his body stiffening as a sharp breath escapes his lips. His chest heaves with effort, beads of sweat dotting his skin as he fights to regain control. His eyes are dark with desire, and with a quick glance toward the nearby table, he reaches out to grab his phone. As his fingers fumble with the device, his breath comes out in short, ragged pants, the tension palpable in the air. His body still quivers, pulse racing as he presses record, eyes flicking back to you with that intense, smoldering gaze. The weight of the moment hangs in the air, the phone capturing the scene as he pauses, his breath still heavy, waiting for the perfect shot.

Sliding out of your wetness, he raises the phone, capturing the creamy trail clinging to his shaft, glistening under the dim light. Every slick trace of you is recorded, the camera lingering on his throbbing length. Stepping closer, he wraps his hand around himself with a firm, possessive grip, fingers curling tightly as he strokes. Each deliberate movement glides over the sensitive, veined skin, slick with the mess you’ve left on him. The slow, controlled rhythm intensifies, his thumb grazing the tip to spread the creamy evidence of your desire. With every pump, his knuckles tense, the veins in his forearm flexing, each stroke accompanied by deep, deep grunts. His dark, desire-filled eyes lock onto yours, never wavering as he positions himself above you. His breath grows heavier, ragged with anticipation, each exhale uneven as he edges closer—ready to mark your face with his release.

“Smile for the camera,” he growls, voice low and commanding, his eyes burning into yours. With a deep, guttural groan, his body tenses, muscles taut as he reaches his peak. His hand grips tighter, strokes becoming erratic, until finally, he releases in thick, hot pulses. The first wave of his release lands on your skin, spreading warmth as it splashes across your face. Each subsequent spurt coats you in a sticky, possessive claim, heat radiating from where it lands. The sensation lingers, warm and intimate, dripping down your skin. His breath comes in ragged pants, eyes locked onto the sight of his essence marking you, dark with satisfaction and primal hunger.

With a slight tilt of your chin to face up, he lowered his tip to your mouth so that you could lick the little drops of his cun off his tip. Pleased, he soon pressed the stop button ti the recording and sent it to the group chat.

Now texting, he waited for the large file to load before texting his account details with;

“pay up cunts” before getting off you.

With a deep, calming breath, he reached for the pile of clothes and quickly put them on, careful not to make anything seem suspicious. He knew people would be looking for him, and he didn’t want to raise any questions. He hurried to grab wet paper towels to help clean you up. When he returned, he found you sitting up, waiting, still shaken but trying to hold it together. He gave you a soft, reassuring smile, his gentlemanly nature shining through. Slowly, he knelt beside you, gently helping you clean up as you remained still, a little out of it, but grateful for his care.

“Thank you,” you said shyly as he stepped closer to wipe your face.

“You know I wouldn’t let you leave like that. No need to thank me,” he replied softly, tossing the towel aside. .

“Here, I’ll help you get back to your group’s makeup room. I’ll just say you slipped because the ground was wet,” he added, gently wrapping one of your arms around his shoulder to help you stand. After a brief pause, he decided to lift you into his arms bridal style.

Quickly grabbing his phone, you smiled up at him, and he returned the smile before carrying you out of the room.

Back at the makeup room, he explained what happened with a polite bow as the staff and your group manager thanked him. The manager informed him there were only 20 minutes left before he had to hurry back. With a nod, he ran back to his group, trying to avoid raising suspicion, his phone hidden in his pocket as much as possible. His members gave him concerned looks, but he awkwardly smiled, trying to downplay how it looked.

Later, an official notice was released about your sprained ankle due to a slip on some water on the ground. There was some gossip and speculation about whether the sprained ankle was a cover-up, but that remained a secret between you, him, and the footage captured on his phone. Something officially on camera.

M.list This was a requested plot

[matan4il]

have you ever been able to have any Palestinian friends? I'm not asking this as a gotcha question at all, but sincerely (I know anons on here can be scary), I was wondering about it because an Israeli I follow on Instagram was asked about this a few days ago in his stories, and he said he was never able to have friends in Gaza, but he did have friends in the West Bank, and they've almost all cut him off completely following 10/7, and some really hurt him by showing support for the massacre. he said he's still got his Arab Israeli and Palestinian friends who are Israeli citizens, that they may disagree sometimes but haven't to a breaking point because they live in the nation together and want peace and are supportive of each other through differences, but those friendships in the West Bank are sadly over. he also said that he's had friends he's known for years from places all over the world who dropped him after the terror attack just because he's Israeli and Jewish, which I think is all too familiar for ALL of us because I don't know a single Jew who hasn't lost multiple friends, online and off, through all this and through no fault of their own, just existing as Jews. it makes me so sad. but knowing he was cut off because of support of the massacre from Palestinians was depressing to hear, you think people are your friends and then find out they approve your people's rape and slaughter? and until they stop deeply hating Jews to that point, how can there be peace? he seems like such a good person and centers humanity and does want peace, as I know most Israelis do, but one side can't achieve that alone.

sorry this is long. *hugs*

Hi Nonnie,

thank you for the ask, and I hope you're doing good! *hugs*

I have had Palestinian friends. True, not from Gaza. Israel left it in 2005, and there has been an internationally recognized border between us since. Ironically, I think the only Israelis who could have given you a different answer up until Oct 7 were the southern communities that Hamas attacked and massacred. They lived right on the border, most were left wing Israelis, many volunteered to help Palestinians in one capacity or another (such as driving them to get medical care inside Israel), or chose to employ Palestinians (despite how some might have warned them that it's a security risk), and that illusion of friendship was shattered when it became clear that it was exactly those Gazans who provided the intel on southern Israeli communities, that was needed to plan and carry out the massacre. Not every single Gazan, of course. But enough that this is a true betrayal in the worst sense of the word.

In my case, some of the Palestinians I've befriended over the years have been uni friends or colleagues, but the closest and longest lasting friendships have been with gay Palestinians who I share a community with. They can't be safely openly gay anywhere under Palestinian rule, so they would come to Israeli gay community centers, and were received warmly there. I also was in one fandom, where someone heard I'm from Jerusalem, and said they know another Israeli from Jerusalem. Turned out, it was a Palestinian girl from East Jerusalem, and while I'm no longer that active in said fandom, I'm still in touch with that girl.

I feel very lucky to say that I haven't lost these friendships since Oct 7. Ironic, because I've "lost" friendships (if that's what they ever were) with so many hypocritical foreigners who don't live this conflict, and aren't affected by it, beyond their need to show everyone they're "on the right side," but I haven't lost the people who are actually a part of it. It's almost like foreigners have no idea about the actual complicated reality of this conflict, nor a desire to learn about it, just a need to reduce it to "good" and "bad," taking whichever side social media tells them is the former. My Palestinian friends know me, they know how I treat other human beings (spoiler alert: as human beings!) and they also know my opinions, and that I see myself as being both pro-Israel and pro-Palestinian. I guess they agree with me that my opinions are in favor of both groups, or I'm sure that they would have cut ties with me already.

There is one exception, though it predates Hamas' massacre. I've mentioned in my pride post that I've volunteered for the gay community in my city, at the Jerusalem Open House. In fact, there was a certain year where I won an award for being the organization's stand out volunteer. I mention this, because I have always seen myself as being there for everyone, and I feel like that award was an acknowledgement of that.

The very first Palestinian queer organization ever actually started out as "the Palestinian project" of the JOH, an attempt to create a safe space for, support and help queer Palestinians. One member of the group became very dominant and after a few years, she decided they should be an independent organization. The JOH gave its blessing, and agree to rent out one of its offices to her, and provide the physical space for the organization's activities (since obviously, they couldn't be openly held in Ramallah or Bethlehem, under the rule of the Palestinian Authority). I met her there, and we became friends. Not the closest, but def more than just acquaintances. I was very proud of her work for her community, and often told others about it.

One day, I was sitting in the JOH main space, talking to people about the problem of honor killings. It's widespread within Arab society (one researcher believes about 20,000 women are murdered for this around the world every year), and that includes Palestinians. I was specifically asked about it, and was answering the question out of a deep concern for Palestinian lives, mainly women and queers (including my own friends), threatened or murdered for the perception that they "violated" their family's honor. For the record, such a violation can be simply a guy kissing another one, a woman being raped, a biological male coming out and living as a trans woman, a mother getting a divorce and dating a new man, or a daughter defying her father's wishes and pursuing higher education. I have seen Palestinians (and Israeli Arabs) murdered for all of these reasons, and I HATE it and think more needs to be done to prevent such crimes. I also have queer Palestinian friends, who have tried to seek refuge in western countries because of a threat to their lives within their own society, sometimes from their own families. They were denied, and had to go deep into the closet. It's a miserable existence, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

She walked by while I was talking. IDK what exactly she heard, but she then went to the CEO of the JOH and complained that I was being racist. For caring about the lives of Palestinians. For comparison, I linked above to an Amnesty International piece about honor killings. Are they being racist for bringing up this problem, and speaking up for Arab women everywhere, too? The CEO called me in for a talk, was convinced that I wasn't being racist, and that was that. But it left me shook up. That was the first time I realized that this woman prioritized Palestinian society's appearance, over the actual well being of fellow Palestinian women and queers. I never talked to her again after that, nor did she ever speak to me.

I also started seeing her and her organization becoming openly anti-Israel, even when it harmed the community she was supposed to serve. In Sep 2021, there was even an article published about it, calling out the hypocrisy of attacking Israel, while this country's existence is what even enables that organization to operate, since they can't do so under Palestinian rule. And my friends who were seeking sanctuary from the threats to their lives from within their own society? They never got legal help in that pursuit from her organization, only from Israeli ones. I think that's a tragedy.

The last time her organization filed the needed reports to be officially recognized as an NGO in Israel was 2020. They obviously continued to be active after that, and still are (at least on social media, where they echo the anti-Israel narrative since the war started), but IDK if they're even doing anything real for queer Palestinians anymore, or whether she still heads it. Whenever I think about it, I'm just sad for all the people she should have helped, but who turned out to be less important to her than a nationalistic, antisemitic (that's what it is when she demands self determination for her people, but denies that right to Jews, as she does by supporting the BDS movement) and self-destructive (to her own community) struggle.

And yes, on a personal level, I felt betrayed by her, though I've also felt like her betrayal of her own people was way worse.

I think at the end of the day, for many Palestinians and Israeli Arabs, the question is what are they more attached to, that nationalistic, antisemitic struggle, or they (and their people's) well being. If you look at Mosab Hassan Youssef, I think what says it all, is that the son of a Hamas co-founder could end up on the side of Israel, initially not because of anything Israel did, but because he saw Palestinians in prison being tortured and killed by Hamas, and he gave a damn about his own people.

BTW, out of curiosity, who is the Israeli you're following, who got you wondering about this? And I really hope my reply was in some way helpful. Take good care! xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[sprites4ever]

DE-BULLSHITIFYING THE RECENT DEVELOPMENTS OF THE RUSSO-UKRAINIAN WAR, AS OF THE 12TH OF DECEMBER 2024

Since both russian media (for the sake of propaganda) and Western media (for the sake of clicks) misrepresent and misreport many news items regarding this conflict, I feel the need to clarify the big headlines, as per my own research.

AS RUSSIA HAS CROSSED THIS SO-CALLED 'RED LINE' ON THE FIRST DAY OF THEIR INVASION, Joe Biden has finally given Ukraine permission to use Army Tactical Missile Systems (ATACMS) supplied by the US, to strike russian troops and military instalations on internationally recognized russian territory. ATACMS have a range lf 300 kilometers and can only be fired at russian border regions from Ukraine. The United Kingdom and France have quickly followed suit, permitting Ukraine to do the same with the Storm Shadow/SCALP missiles supplied by them. This move has angered russians who have been firing missiles, including hypersonic, aerobalistic, ones with far greater range than ATACMS and nuclear-capable ones, at Ukraine themselves since day one. In an escalation disguised as a mirror response to strikes on military instalations, as is a typical russian tactic, russia has fired a new type of hypersonic missile with the prototype name 'ORESHNIK' (russian: 'Hazel') at a civilian industrial facility in Dnipro, Ukraine, calling it a 'message to the West', regarding russia's 'red lines'. The American Right, including President-elect Donald Trump, has, due to their support of russia, latched onto the renewed public attention due to this russian escalation, abusing fears of World War Three for their own purposes, by echoing russian narratives, painting Biden and the Democrats as warmongers in the war russia started, is escalating and which they could end any day. Donald Trump has now for the first time commented Joe Biden's ATACMS decision himself in an interview with Time Magazine, instead of letting his cronies like his son Donald Trump Jr., Tucker Carlson etc. do the talking. He, of course, criticized the decision as senseless and an escalation. Unconfirmed rumors had previously claimed that, before Joe Biden made the decision to permit Ukraine to strike russia with ATACMS, Trump had discussed the matter in a meeting with him and had given his approval. My personal speculative opinion, given his now-published comments, is that Trump approved of the idea, just so he could call Biden a warmonger for it later. The Pentagon recently stated that russia had signaled its intention to launch another ORESHNIK missile, following Ukraine's continued ATACMS strikes at russian military instalations.

DE JURE PRESIDENT AND DE FACTO DICTATOR OF NATO AND EU NATION HUNGARY, Viktor Orban, has continued his undermining of the Western alliances with more pro-russian political maneuvering. He has announced that he had proposed a Christmas ceasefire and massive prisoner swap to russia and Ukraine, then claimed that Ukraine had rejected the proposal. Kremlin spokesman Dmitry Peskov claimed that russia was interested in the proposal and reiterated the same russian lie that they were never opposed to peace talks. Factually, russia has sabotaged or rejected all diplomatic attempts at ending the war to conditions which would be acceptable for both Ukraine and russia, made by Ukraine, NATO nations, EU nations and even BRICS nations, since day zero. The Ukrainian government claimed that Orban had never made such a proposal to Ukraine. My personal opinion, given Orban's track record of lying, is that the Ukrainian government's claim is 100% truthful.

UKRAINIAN PRESIDENT ZELENSKYY HAS, in a disappointing, russia-style maneuver, massively understated Ukrainian battlefield losses, claiming that around 43.000 Ukrainian soldiers had been killed in the war. Most reliable Western estimates of Ukrainian casualties by mid-2024 averaged around at least 70.000.

ZELENSKYY HAS ALSO, in various statements, hinted at the possibility of ceding annexed territory to russia, in order to bring about a ceasefire, a possibility which he had previously ruled out. Ahead of a NATO meeting, Zelenskyy had proposed that NATO should invite only the Ukrainian-controlled parts of Ukraine into the alliance, in order to make it possible for Ukraine to join immediately, as NATO cannot accept new members which are at war. Since this was not done, Zelenskyy later also proposed that instead of an immediate NATO invitation, a ceasefire could also be guaranteed by stationing NATO peacekeeeping forces, after a ceasefire would be reached, a proposal which is currently being intensively discussed by the leaders of Germany, Poland, France and the United Kingdom. My opinion is that Zelenskyy is panicking due to Donald Trump, who is a russian agent and who spreads Putin's narratives verbatim, having been re-elected President of the United States. Because of Trump's threats to withdraw all support for Ukraine and perhaps even NATO, Zelenskyy is now trying to get a ceasefire in place as quickly as possible, instead of recapturing Ukrainian territories which were annexed by russia, in order to prevent a total russian destruction of Ukraine without American support. This is also why he's been insistent on joining NATO or getting NATO peacekeeping forces immediately, to guarantee that russia would honor any ceasefire.

WORKERS OF THE UNITED NATIONS' INTERNATIONAL ATOMIC ENERGY AGENCY (IAEA), who were allowed by russian occupiers to establish a presence at the occupied Ukrainian Zaphorizhzhia Nuclear Power Plant in the partially occupied Enerhodar region, for the purpose of maintaining the safety of the power plant, reported one of their vehicles having been struck by a drone on a road close to the power plant. My personal opinion is that, since the IAEA vehicles were travelling together with Ukrainian vehicles, this was definetly another russian false-flag operation, like russia's many other false-flag operations surrounding the power plant, in order to create fear of a nuclear catastrophe. If it wasn't clear yet, russia are global terrorists.

UNLIKE WHAT HEADLINES OF SOME WESTERN NEWS OUTLETS MIGHT INSINUATE, the russian Foreign Ministry's statement, warning russians of travelling to Western countries, has nothing to do with the Pentagon's statement that russia might launch another ORESHNIK missile. The full statement given by russian Foreign Ministry spokeswoman Maria Zakharova is actually a tirade which projects any and all russian guilt of arbitrary enforcement of law, onto the United States, Canada and most EU nations, as is typical for russian propaganda.

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Update(1320ET): On Thursday President Vladimir Putin issued a stern warning in the wake of Ukraine launching long-range strikes on Russia's territory utilizing newly approved US and UK long-range missiles.

"Kiev has launched a long-range missile strike against military facilities located within internationally-recognized Russian territory," began his televised address by saying. He confirmed British-made Storm Shadow missiles and US-made HIMARS were fired targets located in Bryansk and Kursk Regions.

He said this action threatens to turn the Ukraine conflict into a global war. "A regional Ukraine conflict instigated by the West has acquired elements of a global one," Putin spelled out, and noted that these systems cannot be used without the direct operational involvement of Western military specialists. 

But he went on to claim that the inbound Western rockets were intercepted by Russian defenses. "The goals that have apparently been set by the enemy have not been achieved." He suggested injuries among some personnel at a command center in Kursk, but noted it continues full operations. He also asserted that no Western systems can counter Russia's new missiles, on display earlier in the day.

"The use of such weapons by the enemy cannot affect the course of the situation in the Special Military Operation zone," Putin stressed. He also said it was a big mistake for the US to pull out of the the Intermediate-Range Nuclear Forces (INF) Treaty in 2019.

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give us some Francex Spain headcanons please

This is so long and unorganised, apologies. TL;DR - Francis is lucky Antonio is so placid, because the moments he bites back genuinely frighten him, but the status quo of him sitting neatly on top of Spain always seems to swing back around. Again, Francis is lucky Toni's life ambition is to own a cafe...

For proper context - I imagine Antonio as Castille first, then comes to represent Spain as a whole, though I imagine there will be representations of Galicia, Catalonia/Aragon etc. just like there's the regions of Japan or Picardy for France or indeed how Arthur represents the UK internationally, but of course his brothers are still very much around. So, just for why I think Francis and Antonio have a relationship which goes way back.

Francis and Antonio I imagine as a sin/cos curve... like when Francis is up high, above Toni, things are 'correct' and in their natural place. They're friendly as Antonio is such a mild mannered friendly kid he's quite content to sit and listen to Francis crow about his amazing Kings and fancy court and so on. Francis loves to brag about how it's him that's the true heir to Rome, not the Germans. Spain nods, thinking about other more important things back home.

France used Spain very much as a bulwark against the al-Andalus parts of the Iberian Peninsula - as Francis at the time of Charlemagne and thereafter loved to see himself as the saviour of Europe, so as time goes by and we zip by the occasional Castille/France team up versus England/Portugal you start to get an increasingly influential Spain by the late 15th century, and the trouble is... Toni wants the same thing as Francis. And oddly enough, he's better at getting what he wants, despite seemingly not really trying. Maybe because he is honest to goodness just a little bit less... smug? But sometimes reading Spanish history in the 1500s is going like: Oh. Well that was convenient. It's not the reality of course, but it must have been very frustrating.

Antonio also dislikes the same things as Francis. So it's interesting. When they're fighting my God do they go at it. When they're on the same side their a pretty solid duo. But I love the idea of Antonio just pissing Francis off at times, and like... sometimes just by vibing. The man's vibes are zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. And Francis - depending on his ego that day - finds it rancid. I know a lot of people don't like the way Antonio is characterised, but I love him as he is so shh. He's so disconnected at times from the reality going on around him. Only his immediate circle matters. He doesn't seem to really understand his Civil War. I think compared to Francis, who is much more in tune with his people... it gets messy.

The trouble comes because Francis is jealous, and likes his standing as number one in Europe. No-one can challenge that. But Antonio does, for a good century or even two, and maybe Antonio doesn't necessarily mean to, but his King and Queens do, or maybe Antonio finds that ambition suits him. The 15th through to mid 17th century gives him the ability to out class Francis. Maybe it's not intentional at first, but once Antonio finally grasps what he may be about to lose during the Thirty Years War and then the failing of his line of the Habsburgs... the ugliness comes out full force.

But... Like to show the overlap once Spain starts to really assert themselves in the late 15th Century, and how truly infuriated Francis must have been at points. They both have a vested interest in Italy - Antonio wins that one. Francis has a stake in Barcelona - Antonio wins that one. They both want the Low Countries. Antonio wins that one. Antonio gets Holy Roman Empire. And the actual creme de la creme... Antonio has divided the world in two with that blooming Treaty of Tordesillas. And the Pope was the one to approve that one. The Pope! The guy who says France is the most important nation for Christianity in Europe (save HRE but... oh look Spain is now Holy Roman Emperor too Jesus Christ).

Needless to say, Francis feels the universe is conspiring against him. God's not still mad about that Avignon Pope... is he?

So Francis is forever looking for ways to kick Antonio in the shins - to go back to him being the main guy in Europe, the guy who wants it and works for it and you know Francis more than anything wants to admired. Antonio... oh. Not sure what he wants more than anything really. A peaceful life. Which he did not get to have for most of his existence really. Arthur and Sadık are handy for Francis to use from time to time to deal a smack to Antonio, but otherwise it's him looking at this guy who - let's be generous - is not the most ambitious man going, who seems to just grow more and more powerful, more and more influential and it eaaaaaaaaats at Francis.

But you know. Habsburgs. Religion. War. Antonio finally understands what he stands to loose, and ah. There's the ambition and drive. But he still looses, and now there's a Bourbon in charge and he is unable to ever fully get back up to that the ascent that the Trastámaras started. Pacte de Famille pops up again and again in the 18th Century, and I like the idea of it being characterised as Francis using Antonio's love of the Italies, and the fact that Arthur is increasingly a pain in the fucking arse for the both of them. Again, both Francis and Antonio love the same things. They also hate the same things. Sometimes that thing is a god awful English dude and sometimes love and hate are indistinguishable.

Like, Francis can loathe Arthur at points, but at least Arthur works to be a pain in the arse. Toni... wants to own a cafe. And he isn't even that good at it.

[blush-boulevard]

𝓡𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵 𝓡𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓼𝓸𝓭𝔂

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑- Lee Taeyong, the lead vocalist of NCT, 127 finds his world intertwined with Y/N, a member of the Korean royal family, at a secret palace concert.

female reader/ Lee Taeyong x reader/ fluff/ romance/ idol au/ Royalty AU/ NCT 127/ Lee Taeyong

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@blush-boulevard｜𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬｜𝑅𝒰𝐿𝐸𝒮 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝒢𝒰𝐼𝒟𝐸𝐿𝐼𝒩𝐸𝒮｜𝕮��𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘｜𝓚-𝓹𝓸𝓹 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽｜𝓡𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Lee Taeyong, the charismatic leader of the internationally acclaimed boy group NCT, stood in the shadows of the grand ballroom, his heart racing like a caffeinated rabbit. He had never been to a place like this before—opulent chandeliers casting a warm glow, the faint scent of fresh flowers permeating the air, and a floor so shiny it could give a mirror a run for its money. His bandmates were rehearsing and doing sound check, their laughter echoing faintly across the vast, empty space. This was a secret gig, a rare opportunity for them to perform in the most unexpected of venues—a royal palace in Korea.

Y/N, a young member of the Korean royal family, peeked through the curtains of the royal box. Her curiosity had been piqued by the whispers of a surprise concert. She had heard of NCT, of course, but had never had the chance to see them live. Her heart fluttered at the sight of the stage, anticipation swirling within her like a soft summer breeze. She was always so proper, so reserved, but here, in the solitude of the velvet-draped balcony, she allowed herself to feel a hint of excitement. Her siblings and cousins were elsewhere, busy with their own royal engagements, leaving her with a rare moment of solitude.

The sound check wrapped up, and the band disappeared backstage, the silence descending like a velvet shroud over the ballroom. Y/N took a deep breath, smoothing the wrinkles from her elegant gown. She knew her family would not approve of her attending a concert, let alone one by a group of commoners. But she was tired of always doing what was expected of her. Tonight, she would indulge in something just for herself.

As the first notes of the opening song wafted through the air, Y/N felt a strange pull towards the stage. Taeyong emerged, microphone in hand, his eyes scanning the room. They locked onto hers, and she felt as though he was singing just for her. His voice was like a gentle caress, soothing her soul. In that moment, she knew she had made the right choice to sneak away from her duties. She watched, entranced, as he moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, his voice a siren's call to a weary sailor.

The concert was a whirlwind of lights, music, and emotions, and before Y/N knew it, the last song had ended. The applause was thunderous, and she found herself standing, clapping along with the rest of the invisible audience. As the band took their bows and the lights dimmed, she realized she had never felt more alive. And she had no idea that her life was about to change forever.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N couldn't shake the memory of Taeyong's performance. She found herself humming their songs during her royal engagements, her mind wandering to the way his eyes had met hers. Her family noticed the change in her demeanor but wrote it off as a phase. Little did they know that her quiet disposition had been cracked open by the power of music and the charisma of a boy from a different world.

The next time NCT performed at the palace, Y/N made sure she was there. This time, she waited for Taeyong after the show, her heart hammering in her chest like a drumline on steroids. She watched from afar as he signed autographs and took photos with the palace staff, his smile never wavering. When the last fan had left, she approached him, her voice quivering. "Your Highness," he said, bowing slightly. "I had no idea you enjoyed our music."

Their conversation was awkward at first, two worlds colliding in the deserted ballroom. But as Taeyong spoke of his passion for music and the stories behind the lyrics, Y/N felt something unfurling within her—a sense of belonging she had never experienced before. He was kind, genuine, and seemed to see beyond the crown and the title. He saw her. The girl who just wanted to feel something real.

Their secret meetings grew more frequent, stolen moments in the early mornings before her duties began, and late at night when the palace was asleep. They would sit in the moonlit garden, sharing stories and dreams, their laughter mingling with the soft whispers of the wind. Taeyong became her sanctuary, the one place she could be herself without fear of judgment.

But the castle walls had eyes, and soon enough, their secret was out. Her family was furious, their scorn palpable in the cold, stony silence that greeted her at dinner. "You can't see him," her mother said, her voice as sharp as a knife. "It's not proper." Y/N felt the weight of her title pressing down on her, a heavy crown that seemed to grow heavier with each passing day.

The tension grew as Y/N struggled to balance her royal responsibilities with her burgeoning love for Taeyong. Her family's disapproval was like a dark cloud over their every interaction, casting a shadow on their happiness. Yet, every time she saw him, she felt a spark of hope, a flicker of light in the darkness.

One night, after an especially tense dinner with her relatives, Y/N slipped out of the palace and into the warm embrace of the night. She made her way to the secret garden, where she knew Taeyong would be waiting. The moon was high, casting a soft glow over his features as he sat on the bench, his eyes searching for her. "You came," he said, his voice a gentle whisper.

They talked for hours, sharing their fears and dreams, their hands entwined like the vines that climbed the garden walls. It was there, under the watchful gaze of the moon, that Taeyong leaned in and kissed her. It was a kiss that spoke of love and defiance, a promise that no matter the obstacles, they would find a way to be together.

But as they parted, Y/N knew that their path ahead was fraught with challenges. The public would not accept a royal falling in love with a commoner, especially not one as high profile as a member of NCT. Her family would do everything in their power to tear them apart. Yet, she felt a strength she had never known before, a determination to fight for what she wanted, even if it meant going against centuries of tradition.

And so, as the night grew late and the first hints of dawn crept over the horizon, Y/N made a decision that would set in motion a series of events that would either lead to their happily ever after or shatter their worlds like fine China on a marble floor. "I don't care what they say," she whispered, her voice steady. "I choose you."

Taeyong's eyes lit up like stars, and he pulled her into a tight embrace. "I choose you too," he murmured into her hair. "We'll find a way."

And with that, their secret love story began to unfold, a tale of two hearts daring to beat as one amidst the rigid confines of royalty and the glitz of stardom. They stole moments in the early dawn, their whispers echoing in the empty halls, and in the quiet corners of the sprawling gardens, their hands joined in silent rebellion against the world that sought to keep them apart. Taeyong's bandmates caught wind of their romance, offering knowing smiles and discreet nods, understanding the gravity of their situation but also the power of love that seemed to surpass it all.

Y/N's family grew increasingly cruel, their barbs aimed at her newfound spirit. They criticized her every move, hoping to extinguish the fire that Taeyong had ignited within her. Yet, she remained steadfast, her resolve only growing stronger with each snide remark and cold shoulder. In the face of adversity, she found solace in Taeyong's music, his voice a beacon of hope that guided her through the storm.

The palace buzzed with rumors, the whispers of their love affair growing louder. The palace staff, once loyal, now watched her with a mix of pity and curiosity. Y/N knew that the inevitable confrontation with her family was approaching like a freight train, but she had made her choice, and she wasn't about to let go. Taeyong, too, faced his own battles, his management questioning his dedication and his bandmates concerned for his well-being.

One evening, as they sat side by side on the bench in the garden, Y/N took a deep breath. "We can't hide forever," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination. Taeyong nodded, his gaze unwavering. "We'll tell them," he said firmly. "They need to know."

The day they chose to come clean was like stepping into a lion's den. The royal council was called, and the air in the grand hall was thick with tension. Y/N's parents sat on their thrones, their faces like chiseled ice sculptures. Taeyong, dressed in a suit that somehow made him look even more like a prince, stood beside her, his hand in hers.

"Father, Mother," she began, her voice shaking, "I wish to introduce you to someone who means everything to me." She turned to Taeyong, her eyes full of love and hope. "This is Lee Taeyong, and I love him."

The silence that followed was deafening, the only sound the ticking of the ancient clock on the wall. Y/N's heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest, but she didn't let go of Taeyong's hand. She knew that she had to fight for this love, even if it meant losing everything she had ever known. Taeyong squeezed her hand, a silent promise that he would stand by her no matter what.

Her parents exchanged a look that spoke volumes—disappointment, anger, and a hint of something else that Y/N couldn't quite place. But she knew that she had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. The future was uncertain, but she had made her choice, and she was ready to face whatever came next.

The king's voice, when it finally came, was like a crack of thunder in the silence. "This is unacceptable," he boomed. "You will break this off immediately, or you will be stripped of your title and responsibilities."

Y/N's eyes filled with tears, but she didn't flinch. "I understand," she said, her voice strong. "But I won't give him up."

The room erupted into chaos, her family's voices rising in outrage. But amidst the cacophony, Taeyong's voice cut through, clear and firm. "Your Highness, I am not asking for your crown or your title. I am asking for your daughter's hand. I will do anything to prove my worth to you and to this family."

The king's gaze softened, ever so slightly, and the room fell silent again. Y/N felt a flicker of hope, a candle in the dark. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way for them to be together without losing everything.

The days that followed were a blur of meetings and negotiations, with Y/N's family laying down ultimatums and conditions. Taeyong's bandmates rallied around them, offering support and encouragement. And through it all, their love remained a constant, a gentle flame that flickered in the face of the raging storm.

Finally, a compromise was reached. Taeyong would be granted the title of 'Honorary Noble', allowing him to stand by Y/N's side at royal engagements. In return, he would have to keep his identity as a celebrity a secret and limit his public appearances. It was a heavy burden to bear, but for the chance to be with the woman he loved, Taeyong would have agreed to walk on water.

Their relationship grew stronger in the confines of the palace, a sanctuary where they could be themselves. They cuddled in the royal library, reading to each other by the fire, and snuck out to the hidden spots in the vast gardens to steal kisses under the moon. Every moment together was a secret treasure, a rebellion against the rigid expectations that had been placed upon them.

But the outside world waited with bated breath, eager for any sign of scandal. The paparazzi lurked at the palace gates, hoping to catch a glimpse of the elusive royal romance. Y/N and Taeyong knew they had to be careful, but the pull of their love was too strong to resist.

One evening, during a royal ball, their secret was almost exposed. As they danced together, lost in their own world, a flash of light reflected off a camera lens, catching Y/N's eye. Panic set in, and she pulled Taeyong closer, her heart racing like a wild horse. But he remained calm, his eyes never leaving hers, whispering sweet nothings that only she could hear. They danced until the danger passed, their hearts beating in sync, the music of their love drowning out the waltz that played around them.

Their relationship was a dance of secrets and stolen moments, a delicate ballet performed under the watchful eyes of the court. Yet, amidst the whispers and the glares, they found refuge in their shared passion for music. Taeyong began to write songs about her, their love woven into the lyrics like a secret code. And Y/N, once so quiet and reserved, found her voice, joining him in the makeshift studio they had set up in the palace.

Their music became their escape, a language that transcended the boundaries of their worlds. They sang of love and hope, their voices echoing through the corridors of power. And as they grew bolder, so too did their dream of a future together.

But fate had one more twist in store for them. A political scandal engulfed the palace, and Y/N's family faced a crisis of loyalty. In the midst of the chaos, a choice had to be made—would they stand by their daughter's love or cling to the outdated traditions that had kept them in power for so long?

The tension grew to a crescendo, each day more fraught with danger than the last. Y/N and Taeyong held each other tightly, their love a beacon in the tempest. And as they waited for the storm to pass, they vowed to face whatever the future held, together. For in the grand ballroom of the heart, where music and passion reigned supreme, they had already found their forever.

[sensitiveuser]

Rafael Farga i Pellicer (1844-1890), founder of Catalan anarchism...

Rafael Farga i Pellicer is an important figure of anarchism in Spain, besides of course Anselmo Lorenzo (precursor of Spanish anarchism), Francisco Ferrer, Salvador Puig Antich, or Pepita Laguarda Batet...

In the 1860s, Rafael Farga i Pellicer, who worked as a typographer, made a name for himself at the Federal Center of Workers' Societies in Barcelona. He ran the printing house "La Academia".

In October 1868, he participated, alongside Giuseppe Fanelli and Anselmo Lorenzo, in the founding congress of the Spanish section of the International. He later joined the International Alliance of Socialist Democracy, founded on the initiative of Bakunin. He founded the newspaper La Federacion, which became the official newspaper of the Federal Center of Workers' Societies.

The main topics mentioned in La Federacion are “Libertad, Cooperación, Solidaridad, Trabajo, Racionalismo, Ciencias, Artes, Historia, Justicia, Moral, Verdad, Perseverancia, Internacional, Progreso, Derechos, Deberes, Reciprocidad”.

In 1869, as a delegate of the Federal Center of Workers' Societies, he participated in the Basel Congress.

In 1870, he founded a Catalan group of the International Alliance of Socialist Democracy, in Barcelona. He participated in the Workers’ Congress of the Spanish Region; he then defends the principles of anarchism and internationalism. Thus, he plays a vital role in the Spanish Regional Federation, the Spanish section of the International, bringing together unions and workers' associations.

In September 1872, as a delegate of the Federation Congress of The Hague, he supported Bakunin and James Guillaume, who were excluded from the International. Then, he participated in the Congress of Saint-Imier, officially joining the Anti-Authoritarian International. In December 1872, he took part in the Congress of Cordoba, which unanimously approved the resolutions taken in St-Imier. Pellicer continued to participate in the congresses of the Anti-Authoritarian International, in Neuchâtel (1873), Brussels (1874), Bern (1876), Verviers (1877).

In 1881, following the dissolution of the Spanish Regional Federation, Pellicer participated in the founding of the Federation of Workers of the Spanish Region, with his brother Antoni. He stated that he opposed the methods of Anselmo Lorenzo, and said that he preferred legal action rather than violent action. However, following the violent actions of the Mano Negra, the government ordered the repression and banning of this federation.

In 1886, he founded with Anselmo Lorenzo the magazine "Acracia", in which he wrote several texts entitled "Acratismo Societario". He was then the first to use the word "acracia".

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[mariacallous]

The National Bank of Moldova, BNM, told BIRN on Friday that it is working with the Prevention and Combating Money Laundering Service and other national uthorities to stop illegal financial flows from Russia and the unauthorized use of Russian card payment systems in Moldova.

The BNM added that use of Russian MIR card payment system is illegal in Moldova. It told BIRN that “financial intermediation platforms that are developing extremely quickly at the international level can, however, facilitate cross-border transfers, including some made by certain internationally sanctioned persons or entities from the Russian Federation to… Moldova”.

The bank reacted after the Municipal Council in Orhei, a district in the centre of the country, said it intended to approve several agreements with Promsvyazbank bank, a bank affiliated with the Russian Ministry of Defence and under international sanctions.

A Shor satellite party, the Alternative and Salvation Force of Moldova, FASM, which holds a majority on the council, said it wants to attract funds from Russia to grant “financial aid” to pensioners using MIR cards, which work only in Russia and are not approved by the National Bank of Moldova.

Through these agreements, Shor’s party claims it can give pensioners in the municipality 2,000 lei per month [about 100 euros] for “philanthropic and sponsorship” purposes.

The Eurasia organisation will allocate the money through Promsvyazbank. Eurasia is an organisation created in Russia by Shor’s aides whose purpose, the Moldovan authorities say, is to derail the country’s European course.

The National Bank has warned that such transactions fall under legislation regarding the prevention and combating of money laundering and those regarding the application of international restrictive measures.

“As such, the licensed banks have been warned about the need to maintain a vigilant regime of activity and to apply all due diligence measures to prevent the risks of banks’ involvement in illegal financing schemes, including money laundering and financing schemes of terrorism,” the BNM added.

The BNM’s governor, Anca Dragu, has further specified that citizens who use MIR cards can be held criminally liable.

“Using illegal means of payment, illegal money, has criminal consequences. People should know about this. These facts are being investigated by specialized services for combating money laundering and terrorism,” Dragu said in an interview with Realitatea TV.

Shor used such a scheme of payments to pensioners last year to sway the election of the new governor of the southern pro-Russian region of Gagauzia, and also in the local elections in November 2023.

The authorities have since filed charges of electoral bribery and election fraud by political parties affiliated with Shor. The trial is ongoing.

Shor is currently based in Moscow after receiving a 15-year sentence in April 2023 over the “Grand Theft” of one billion US dollars from three private banks in Moldova between 2012 and 2014. From Moscow, he coordinates several political parties that advocate closer links to Russia, and for Moldova to abandon its European path.

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COVID rapidly spreads in China as government eases strict quarantine rules, December 27, 2022

China is grappling with the rapid spread of COVID-19 after the government began rolling back its zero-COVID restrictions earlier this month. Now, cases are spiraling across towns and cities, hospitals are overburdened, medical staff are outnumbered and crematoriums are running out of space. Judy Woodruff reports.

PBS NewsHour

There is no nuance left in politics or public health policy when there is either an absolute and strict inflexibility of zero COVID or wholesale dismantling of safeguards before the healthcare or support systems are prepared for the waves that have been forcibly suppressed. The political insistence on using their own less effective, non-mRNA vaccines based on the original strains rather than Delta or Omicron, coupled with a low vaccination rate of the vulnerable and elderly is not helping easing the transition at all.

The way they’ve been counting mortality from COVID diverged from nearly every other country since early 2020. A death had to be directly attributable to SARS-CoV-2 eliminating cases of many preexisting or undiagnosed conditions, chronic illnesses, and other high risk factors that may have been exacerbated by the virus which became listed as the direct cause or if they simply tested negative in the few days before dying. The policy as of this week will further limit the count only to deaths caused by pneumonia or respiratory failure after contracting COVID, in addition to dropping much of the remaining inbound quarantines and regular case counts becoming even more inconsistent with lived reality.

It appears the PRC was prepared to stay in suspended animation within an onionskin of self-isolation layers indefinitely, maintaining the appearance of control and adherence to policy that was left to different local officials to execute. Downgrading the classification removes the local, emergency-style powers to lockdown and quarantine which were used capriciously. Residential buildings, offices and commercial areas such as malls, and even theme parks could be suddenly cordoned without warning, causing panic due to the stringency of testing and knock-on effects if a positive case was found rather than fear of having contacted or contracted the virus. Becoming listed as a close contact or a complete stranger’s positive result could mean further quarantining and repeated testing, as well any change in one’s COVID passport status severely restricting mobility for work or education, travel, or even basic necessities. The protests spread because “dynamic zero” was anything but dynamic, refusing to change or amend course in preparation for a transition to an endemic or post-epidemic state. People were simply fed up and the building momentum was becoming a potential danger to a regime that had just renewed its own political mandates.

These things aren’t happening in isolation, China is also changing tact on its travel restrictions domestically and internationally. The Special Administrative Regions of Hong Kong and Macau have been trying to reopen ports and travel with the Mainland for years now for travel and economic reasons. Both were forced into accepting one-way policies where it was difficult for their citizens to enter China or even between one another, while rules were softened for travelers and politicians entering from and returning to the Mainland for short trips with the reason that the pandemic was less well-contained than within the Mainland.

As news of the highly visible current outbreak within China is continuing to emerge, the Hong Kong SAR is now proudly announcing agreements have been made with the Mainland to drop their travel restrictions posthaste. It’s being reported that many are travelling specifically for mRNA vaccines which are approved in Macau and Hong Kong.

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wip tag

tagged by @thesumdancekid :D thank you!

Hm. So right now I'd say I have two truly active wips (and a bunch of abandoned stuff). Here's a longer snippet from the newest of those two WIPs:

“Here you go, Dad.” Henry raced through the front door and tossed the mail on the kitchen counter.  Ted looked up from his phone just as Henry grabbed his game controller and launched himself over the back of the couch. At thirteen he was all gangly arms and legs as he flew over top of the couch and landed with his legs folded beneath him.  “Woah there, you going out for the track team this year?” Ted asked. He picked up the mail and raised a brow at Henry’s confused look. “That vault. It was pretty impressive for someone who’s not supposed to be doing that anymore.” “Sorry, Dad.” Ted shook his head. He knew teenagers didn’t listen to their parents but it was a whole other thing experiencing it first hand. “It’s not me who needs the apology.” Henry sighed. “Sorry couch. I’ll make sure to treat you with kindness and respect because you’re no longer under warranty and you need to make it at least until I graduate high school.” “There you go. That’s all I was asking for.”  Henry shook his and Ted figured it was only a matter of time before the eye rolls kicked in. Michelle had mentioned he was getting a little grouchy in the mornings when she dropped him off at the start of the week.  It felt like a warning, the sort of heads up they liked to give each other during the routine handoff, but Ted couldn’t help but smile at the latest update. It was a whole heck of a lot nicer hearing it in person then through a screen over 5,000 miles away. Of course he might change his mind about the whole teenager thing when the body odor kicked in, but he’d cross that bridge when they got there. Ted flipped through the mail while Henry booted up his game. It was some sort of fantasy quest he was borrowing from a friend of his. Ted’s played a few times, but they’d both decided he’d stick to FIFA for the foreseeable future.  There was a mailer for the local grocery store, a thank you card from his mom to Henry for her birthday present, a postcard from his old university asking for donations, a few pre-approved credit cards, and a bank statement he already paid online earlier in the week. He tossed each one onto the counter, sorting them as he bopped along to the music from the TV. He paused when he got to the last piece of mail, a thick, white envelope with a familiar address.

There was an AFC Richmond stamp in the corner covered by an even larger, black ink stamp for shipping the thing internationally. Ted whistled at the price that reflected the heft of the fancy paper. There were a few scuff marks from the long journey, but it had survived the journey pretty dang well considering the distance.  Ted dragged a bar stool away from the island and sat down to give the envelope its proper due. He ripped it open and slid a linen card with the AFC Richmond emblem embossed across the top. Dear Ted and Henry Lasso,  You are cordially invited to the inaugural game of Richmond WFC as an esteemed guest of Rebecca Welton (Owner, Richmond WFC and AFC Richmond). He scanned the rest of the invitation, taking in the dates and the times, pausing briefly at Rebecca’s signature looping across the bottom. It wasn’t the first envelope of its kind to grace the Lasso household. Rebecca has been kind enough to invite them to all sorts of events over the years: AFC Richmond season openers, the Champion’s League semi-final, and even a few special ceremonies to honor players and various minority owners for all sorts of contributions to the Richmond community. At first it was too soon to go back. Then the next year it never quite worked out with their schedules (Henry’s school and Ted back to coaching American football at the university level.) And this past year the invitations felt more like . . . gestures. Not empty ones, but ones without a lot of heat behind it.  It was nice to be thought of, of course it was, but he knew no one expected him to make it when they sent these sorts of things.

Oh gosh. I really don't know who to tag because I don't know who is still writing fic. Uhhhhh sorry friends I'm bad at tagging. If you've got a wip that's burning a hole in your google docs, then go ahead and post a bit of it.

[deadrlngers]

30-35 for vesper and fenix >:^)

LOVE U FOREVER BONES the amount of excitement i got for answering these specific questions says a lot about how normal i am about these two sjfks <3

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30. What completely petty topic (music taste, favorite food) do they find themselves completely at odds with their partner about?

FOOD. FOOD SURELY. We all know italians can't shut tf up when there's food involved in general, it's The Curse :// The biggest one that comes to my mind is seafood, Vesper hates it and finds it quite revolting to look at while Fenix (as any respectable guy from apulia) LOVES IT. He even eats raw seafood like mussels or sea ​​urchins, Vesper wants to throw up every time she witnesses that. Of course he's a lil shit about it and tells her 'she doesn't understand ANYTHING of good cuisine'. Also i randomly made it canon that they fight over music. Vesper is more of a rock or electronic music girly, while Fenix..well he doesn't have a specific music taste, or more like, he isn't pretentious about picking songs just like Vesper is tbh but for the bit they always tell each other they listen to shitty music jkdsfk

31. What little thing do they find incredibly (though harmlessly) annoying about their partner?

Fenix ALWAYS forgets to hang up wet towels and Vesper loses her marbles every single time that happens which is every single time. He never learns. Plus he leaves crumbs all around the table/kitchen counter and doesn't clean it after he finishes eating, he's a bit lazy about it

Vesper on the other hand has the habit of talking through shows or movies asfjskf she doesn't do it on purpose she swears, it comes natural to add little comments here and there which Fenix agrees with but problem is that she does that when the characters are talking on tv and that makes Fenix do the most dramatic eye roll ever.

32. How do their friends react to finding out they’re a couple? Do they have lots of mutual friends? Did their friends know, perhaps before they themselves did?

Love this question because Fenix is so internationally hated lmao. Daniel is very happy about them being a couple all over again, he thinks Fenix is funny, he really likes him, he's like a brother to him :) Nader was very guarded around Fenix when he first got to know him, he knew Vesper longer and at first thought it was crazy that someone like her was with someone like him. He's very happy for them tho as long as they're happy too, BUT if a fight breaks..you can bet it he will be on Vesper's side, he just knows Fenix is wrong by default (so real). Rogue hates his ass. I don't think i need to say why. Jackie & Fenix had..a very difficult relationship, the dislike was mutuals and Jackie always 'scolded' Vesper every time he catched them together. If he was still alive when they got back together i think he wouldn't really approve the relationship at first, Fenix would try to make peace with him (with a shit eating grin on his face that screams mockery rather than peace) so they would probably lowkey avoid each other for a long while until, i think, Jackie would surrender and just maintain the most basic relationship just for Vesper's sake. It's funny because i think these two would be an interesting team if only they didn't hate each other THAT much.

Panam likes Fenix, VERY surprisingly i must add..at first she was like 'oh so that is the idiot you told me about? sorry for your loss' but in the end i think they would get along, Panam knows how to keep him in check and he knows to not mess with Panam. Kerry finds Fenix hilarious and cool, he's like you remind me of a complete asshole i used to know :) i wonder who. He's surprisingly friendly with Fenix since the start & Fenix slowly gets used to have him around, he's a guy that knows how to have fun and he appreciates that

Tancred and Vesper is..delicate. Tancred doesn't do anything to get her to like him and the fact he treats like shit Fenix doesn't help as well. She's civil with him if Fenix wishes so, but she's ready to bite and kill at any second. Tancred lowkey likes Vesper as in he respect her and finds her pretty strong and resourceful, he's happy that his brother is with someone like that, he just needs to be a terrible brother first. If the situation was different, these two could be a power team i think, maybe, perhaps

33. Under what circumstances would they feel jealous?

answered here!

34. Under what circumstances would they feel protective?

Fenix reached his max protective point during the game events, at first he tried to downplay the whole johnny-brain-worm thing - saying that they would find a solution for sure, but then as it turned more and more serious, the anxiety he tried so hard to suffocate took over. I think he never got THAT protective over Vesper as much as that time.

The thing with these two is that they both know they can handle themselves pretty well but they always keep a watchful eye on the other. It's like..i know you can deal with this, but i'll look out for you anyway..in case something happens.

Vesper tends to be more openly protective, it's her nature, so she's the one that tells him more often to stay focused and NOT do anything stupid. She turned visibly protective of Fenix when his brother showed up again. Fenix tries to hide it but it's pretty visible how he (still) slightly bends at Tancred's will, it's unintentional and he hates it, so it's Vesper that talks back the most at Tancred, the one that tells him to leave Fenix tf alone. The older sibling vs older sibling fight we deserve to see

35. Would they get a pet? What kind? Who brings up the idea, and who takes a little longer to convince?

YES! They have Nibbles ofc but Fenix's dream is having a dog around. I know you can't have shit in Night City but i want to dream :// Vesper wouldn't be opposed to the idea & i've actually thought about giving them one!! i can't stop thinking of Fenix IMPLORING to get a dog on his knees, it's been his dream since he was a lil kid. He would give the dog a silly name or a weirdly too serious one like idk. Ettore..Bruno (Brunbo.. he'd say)..also i can't stop manifesting this image in my head so think of a Fenix at 7 in the morning walking the dog, disheveled hair, oversized shirt with smth stupid written on the front like you tried scrambling the wrong egg and shorts, AND slippers with socks on, this last piece is crucial. i just. can't stop thinking of this. sound of the summer

[beesandwasps]

In this particular case I approve, because I always hated the song Fly Me to the Moon.

Another example of licensing weirdness that either hasn’t been pointed out in the notes or which was pointed out too far back for me to be bothered to scroll through: the really frenetic first season of Kodomo no Omocha (“Child’s Toy”, a.k.a. Kodocha) had an opening song (19 O’clock News) with lyrics written by the author of the manga (she mentions it in the sidebars of the later parts of the manga, which was still going on when season 1 was produced) but performed by a fairly popular boy band called Tokio. The animation in the opening is completely synced to the music (here’s a copy on YouTube which isn’t super high quality and is just slightly out of sync but is “correct” as far as it goes):

When the series was picked up for international licensing, Johnny’s, the agency which represented Tokio (and a lot of other boy bands, they were known for it to the point where you could use the name of the agency as an adjective for male idol singers), insisted that they owned the rights to the song and that it could only be used internationally for an enormously high fee. So to avoid paying, the English DVD release of season 1 put the song from the second season opening — Ultra Relax — over the season 1 opening and called it a day, which of course destroyed all the synced-up animation. (IIRC it’s even the wrong length.) But at least it was performed by the voice actress of the main character instead of a rapacious boy band so there weren’t any nasty surprises about the rights.

(Incidentally, the founder of Johnny’s has been credibly accused of, and is basically known to have committed at this point, decades of sexual abuse against the firm’s clients. The initial accusations were made in 2001, and IIRC the English DVDs were license after that. So the desire not to make a deal with somebody under high-profile public disapproval may have had something to do with it, too. The guy died in 2019, but the accusations were so numerous and public disapproval was so strong that the company both split into two parts and rebranded to avoid using his name any more.)

you know how you can go and watch a movie you watched a bunch as a kid and the version of a song in it is different? like they actually changed it since you were a kid? that isn't normal. we didn't do that until like, the last ten years. it's fucked up.

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Unlock Your Medical Career with MBBS in Egypt: Affordable, Quality Education Awaits

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Studies show many Indian students are aspiring to study MBBS in a foreign country. It is chiefly because they are apprehensive about wasting their valued time in preparation and struggling hard to get an opportunity in an Indian government medical college or a top Indian private medical college or university. However, it is an undeniable fact that MBBS in India is highly competitive or expensive. Thus, studying MBBS overseas is a wise decision on the part of Indian students. 

Among popular destinations for MBBS in a foreign country, MBBS in Egypt is one popular country for pursuing an MBBS course. The country offers modern infrastructure with advanced amenities, quality education, globally recognized degrees, and an encouraging study ambiance. The environment of Egypt is also safe and welcoming. The country’s diverse culture and vibrant lifestyle make your stay in Egypt enjoyable. For Indian students, studying MBBS in Egypt is the ideal option because the majority of prestigious medical schools provide FMGE coaching, which is required to be able to practice in India.

MBBS in Egypt: Top Medical University Suitable for Indian Students and Average Course Fee in Lakh

Cairo University, located in Giza, is one of the oldest and most prestigious universities in Egypt, offering world-class infrastructure and recognized by the WHO. The average course fee ranges from INR 25–30 lakhs.

Alexandria University, situated in Alexandria, is known for its renowned faculty, strong emphasis on clinical training, and affordable education. The average course fee is between INR 20–25 lakhs.

Ain Shams University, based in Cairo, focuses on research and practical exposure and is internationally accredited. The average course fee ranges from INR 20–28 lakhs.

Mansoura University, located in Mansoura, offers advanced medical training facilities and is approved by WHO and NMC. The average course fee is approximately INR 18–22 lakhs.

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You may be confident that studying MBBS in Egypt will enable you to pursue a career in international medicine. You have the option of practicing in Egypt for a few years after earning your MBBS, or you can choose to practise elsewhere in the globe. Egypt is a nation with a diversified population and a rich cultural legacy. Students may expand their views and experience a different culture by studying MBBS in Egypt.

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All the medical universities in Egypt have their own hostels and accommodation facilities on the university premises. The hostels are safe, neat, and clean. The hostel rooms are well-equipped and air-conditioned. Gym facilities and indoor game facilities are available for students. If you stay at hostels, you have to understand hostel rules and regulations.

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The students have an option for choosing private accommodation. You can easily find a rental house, outside hostel, or shared room for your accommodation. In private accommodation you will enjoy more freedom. All of the hostels are extremely safe and secure since they have security cameras installed for the safety of the students. The rooms are air-conditioned and well-furnished, with all the essentials like a bed, mattress, and bed linens.

It is very easy to take admission in Egypt for studying MBBS. The admission process for MBBS in Egypt is simple. MBBS in Egypt is highly effective and affordable.

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PSSR Courses and Their Integration into Advanced Maritime Training Programs

In the maritime industry, ensuring the safety, health, and well-being of crew members is essential. This responsibility is particularly critical considering the unique challenges of working at sea. To meet these challenges, Personal Safety and Social Responsibility (PSSR) courses have been integrated into advanced maritime training programs worldwide. These courses lay the groundwork for a successful maritime career, emphasizing safety protocols, social skills, and teamwork. In Mumbai, students have access to world-class PSSR courses, especially through DG-approved institutes that align with international maritime standards.

Understanding the PSSR Course: The Foundation of Maritime Safety

The PSSR course in Mumbai is a fundamental part of the maritime education curriculum. It is a mandatory requirement under the STCW (Standards of Training, Certification, and Watchkeeping) convention, which is an international agreement that sets the training standards for seafarers. This course focuses on basic safety training and essential social skills, preparing trainees for the rigors of working aboard ships and vessels.

The course covers key topics such as safety equipment usage, fire prevention, accident prevention, and emergency procedures. These critical components ensure that every crew member is equipped to handle emergencies and work safely in challenging environments. However, the importance of PSSR goes beyond technical skills; it also emphasizes the significance of personal responsibility and how crew members must communicate and cooperate to maintain a harmonious and efficient working environment on board.

The Integration of PSSR into Advanced Maritime Training Programs

While the PSSR course itself is vital for newcomers to the maritime industry, it also serves as an introductory phase within larger, advanced maritime training programs. By starting with PSSR, seafarers gain an essential understanding of safety practices and personal conduct. This forms the foundation for more advanced, specialized training programs such as navigational training, engineering, and cargo handling.

A Marine Institute in Mumbai typically offers a structured path that begins with basic safety courses like PSSR and progresses to higher-level certifications. For instance, following the PSSR course, students often move on to more specialized DG-approved STCW courses in Mumbai, such as Advanced Fire Fighting, Proficiency in Survival Craft and Rescue Boats, and Medical First Aid. These advanced courses build upon the foundation laid by PSSR, ensuring that students are fully prepared for the complex demands of a maritime career.

The integration of PSSR training into broader maritime education ensures that seafarers are not only equipped with technical skills but also with the social and personal responsibility necessary to thrive in a multicultural and often high-pressure environment.

Role of a DG-Approved Institute in Mumbai

When seeking to take a PSSR course in Mumbai, choosing a DG-approved institute in Mumbai is crucial for quality training and certification. The Directorate General of Shipping (DG Shipping) is the governmental body responsible for regulating maritime training and certification standards in India. A DG-approved institute adheres to rigorous training standards and offers courses that meet global maritime regulations.

Enrolling in a DG-approved STCW course in Mumbai ensures that students are getting the best training available. These institutes provide modern training facilities, including simulators, safety equipment, and qualified instructors with extensive industry experience. By receiving certification from a recognized institute, seafarers increase their employability, as the certification is recognized internationally by maritime organizations and employers.

Moreover, the structured training programs offered by the Marine Institute in Mumbai often include practical sessions where trainees engage in simulated real-life scenarios. This hands-on experience is essential for developing the ability to respond swiftly and effectively in emergencies.

PSSR and Social Responsibility: Building Interpersonal Skills

One of the key components of the PSSR course is its emphasis on social responsibility. Life on board a ship is a highly collaborative and often challenging environment. Crew members from diverse cultural backgrounds must coexist and work together, sometimes for months at a time. The PSSR course teaches seafarers to understand and respect cultural differences, communicate effectively, and resolve conflicts.

The ability to work cohesively as part of a team is critical for maintaining a positive atmosphere on board, preventing accidents, and ensuring operational efficiency. This focus on social responsibility and interpersonal skills is integrated into advanced maritime programs, ensuring that when seafarers progress to more technical roles, they do so with the social skills necessary to manage and lead teams effectively.

Advanced Maritime Training: Building on PSSR Foundations

After completing the PSSR course in Mumbai, trainees can seamlessly transition into more specialized maritime training programs. These advanced courses often focus on specific aspects of maritime operations, such as ship navigation, mechanical and electrical engineering, and cargo management.

For example, after completing the PSSR and other safety courses, a trainee might pursue advanced programs in ship management, navigational techniques, or offshore operations. In these courses, the emphasis is on technical proficiency and leadership skills, as students are expected to take on more responsibilities. However, the foundation laid by the PSSR course remains crucial, as it serves as a framework for understanding the high standards of safety and personal conduct required in the maritime industry.

Furthermore, with the continuous evolution of the maritime industry, new technologies and regulatory frameworks are incorporated into advanced training programs. DG-approved STCW courses in Mumbai are continuously updated to reflect the latest safety protocols, technological advancements, and industry practices, ensuring that students are always prepared to meet the challenges of the modern maritime sector.

The Integral Role of PSSR in Maritime Careers

The PSSR course in Mumbai plays a critical role in shaping well-rounded seafarers who are not only competent in their technical skills but also possess the personal and social responsibility needed to maintain safe, efficient, and harmonious operations onboard. By integrating PSSR into advanced maritime training programs, marine institutes ensure that trainees are fully prepared for the complexities of life at sea.Choosing a DG-approved institute in Mumbai for your PSSR training ensures high-quality education, international recognition, and the best possible foundation for a successful maritime career. Whether you’re just starting or looking to advance your career in maritime operations, the PSSR course is an essential stepping stone that will enhance your safety knowledge and social skills, equipping you for a prosperous career in the maritime industry.