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#war crimes#free Palestine#politics#us politics#government#the left#Geneva#twitter post#current events#news#Israel
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[CONT] genocidal campaign against Palestinians in Gaza, according to documents seen by the HuffPost US.
#yemen#jerusalem#tel aviv#current events#palestine#free palestine#gaza#free gaza#news on gaza#palestine news#news update#war news#war on gaza#genocide#switzerland#geneva convention
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Geneva Island Legacy┃Chapter five┃Summer Charity (Part 1 of 3)
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#Autumn was in charge of EVERYTHING#when it came to planning this event#from the decorations to the location food entertainment#but not only does she have to host such a big event#she also has to make sure it succeeds#fingers crossed for our girl!!#also this was supposed to be posted yesterday but i totally forgot#OOPS#ts4 story#sims 4 story#sims 4#Geneva Island Legacy#ts4 screenies#ts4 screenshots#GIL chapter five#the sims community#show us your sims#show us your story
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new brainrot new brainrot new brainrot
imagine being tied face down, no clothing to protect you, and your ler has mentioned feeling sadistic. you’re nervous for whats coming but can generally expect it. probably start with fingers, then work up to more evil tools until either you safeword or they’re done. scary, but you can mentally prepare for it.
then you feel the whisper of a cluster of feathers trickling down your spine, and it’s maybe the one thing you weren’t ready for. you spasm and giggle convulsively, the element of surprise heightening your reactions. it’s not great, but if it’s going to be a sadistic night it shouldn’t last long enough to make it unbearable.
and then they move ever so slightly to the side, targeting that ever-so-sensitive skin where the back and sides meet. then it’s really bad. your reactions are less from shock now and more from the intensity of the sensation, and from the embarrassment of still getting so worked up from tickles so light you didn’t even think to prepare for them. those feelings only get worse as they dust the deathly ticklish skin of your ass, now strong enough to bring out small gasps for mercy and pleas that you can’t take it.
“surely it’s not that bad,” they coo down at you, drinking in your desperation like fine wine, “you’ve let me brush your feet, bruise your ribs, tickle your neck and collarbones until you couldn’t breathe, and you can’t take this? poor helpless puppy, too ticklish for their own good~”
and that, exactly, is one of the worst parts. you have been through worse. you have been tickled harder, with worse tools. and some of those you could even hold yourself still for, or hold out on begging. it’s not the brush that’s doing this, not the electric toothbrush or even that godforsaken dog toy; it’s one of those stupid ticklers, the ones people keep around as jokes. and it’s currently bringing you to the edge of insanity. the way it’s making deliberate trails across your lower back, to your ass, to the backs of your thighs and knees, with the occasional regular feather teasing your paws- you’ve started to realize that this is the sadism on display.
how long can you take it before you beg to be tickled by literally anything else? how long will they make you take it, using the knowledge that knowing you can be broken like this is sooo embarrassing for the poor little pup 🥺
please let it be forever 🥺
#godddDDDDDD#FUCK#DONT LOOK AT ME#FUCK the idea of being brought to my knees by feathers esp after all the brutal tickling ive been getting lately is KILLING ME#ALTHOUGH THIS IS INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS IT WAS EVEN WORSE THAN THIS I SWEAR TO GOD#I COULD NOT EVEN WRITE IT DOWN IT WAS SO FLUSTERING AND AAAAAAA#but i can say that they did thoroughly obliterate me with a feather and it was INSANE#listen thats also not to mention that they also used the feather on my neck and ears and that was ACTUAL REAL TORTURE#GENEVA CONVENTION GET EM ON THE PHONE#speak!
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Adriana Lima at the SIHH IWC Booth, Palexpo, Geneva, Switzerland, 22/01/13.
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The extent of possessiveness some people have on art that they post on the internet is crazy to me like, I'm seeing someone on art fight all caps serious business warning not to save image files of their characters UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. Like Oh no your character ref png is on another computer!!!!!! Who cares
#For an event that revolves around DRAWING EACH OTHER'S CHARACTERS no less#Like damn I thought your fursonae was kinda cool I was fully gonna draw it. But it would appear I am not allowed to place the PNG#into my drawing file so that I can have immediate visual reference rather than switching between windows every time I need to look at it.#So I guess I will have to pass on that one..... [lifts bindle sadly walks away]#I mean there's workarounds such as having the internet window open in a corner (or just not giving a fuck and saving the reference) but#like that kind of attitude fully puts me off from wanting to engage at all. Just such a petty and pointless degree of control.#LOL I MISSED THIS THEY ALSO SAY 'I HAVE WAYS OF FINDING OUT' UH OH!!!!! I dragged their character ref to my#desktop because I was so fully planning on drawing it (this was before I read that this action was a violation of the geneva convention)#So like if I disappear you guys know why..... :(
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Justice over reactions
As someone who has always been easily affected by people, I found it difficult to prioritise my moral compass over people's reactions. Seeing people's anger is like seeing the face of a roaring lion, even if their anger is like a passing gust of wind.
I consider myself small. Like an ant that can be easily trampled beneath people's feet. The biggest predator to me, as of right now, is the one that wields the highest influence in society. There are a lot of things I can't speak up for right now, because not only it involves people's reactions, but my entire livelihood. But I can speak up for Palestine.
I used to naively believe that a 2-state solution was the most ideal. Because "the Israelis had already built an identity" and it would be "unfair" to take it away from them. But an identity that's built on the erasure of another identity is fucked. An identity that relies on the genocide of an entire group of people is fucked. And the 2-state solution ignores every other atrocities the Israelis committed against the Palestinians before October 7th.
A coexistence between Israel and Palestine is the most diplomatic. The existence of Palestine, without Israel, is the one that upholds the most justice.
#cruelty is often left alone when people fear the consequences of standing up against it#I'm one of the cowards#but I'll do what I can#Palestine#Israel#free gaza#free palestine#genocide#current events#justice#human rights violations#humanity#geneva convention
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Attacks against human rights defenders and obliteration of civic space in Gaza unacceptable, says UN expert
16 September 2024
Israeli Defence Forces continue to intentionally starve and kill civilians, while human rights defenders face enormous challenges conducting their peaceful work, the UN Special Rapporteur on the situation of human rights defenders, Mary Lawlor said today.
In recent months the oldest human rights organisation in Gaza, the Palestinian Human Rights Centre (PCHR), has seen staff members killed and its offices damaged beyond repair in air strikes and ground attacks by the Israeli Defence Forces.
“There is literally no place left for human rights defenders and civil society actors to continue documenting the litany of human rights violations to which Israel is subjecting the people of the Gaza Strip,” the Special Rapporteur said.
Two women lawyers from the PCHR were killed in February 2024. Nour Abu al-Nour died along with her two-year-old daughter, her parents, and four siblings in an air raid on her house in Rafah on 20 February 2024. Two days later, Dana Yaghi and 37 family members were wiped out in an Israeli air raid on a house to which they had relocated for safety in Deir el-Balah, 14 km south of Gaza City.
“It is a terrible tragedy that justice for these two women human rights defenders, their family members and their children, seems so far away. Human rights defenders keep hope alive for justice through their work but are becoming victims themselves. This is why Israeli authorities seem so intent on targeting and silencing them,” she said.
The PCHR headquarters in Gaza City and branch offices in Jabalya, Khan Younis, and Rafah have all been severely damaged in air raids and ground attacks, forcing staff to relocate and rent office space and logistical support at skyrocketing prices, while some international funding has been suspended. They have also been subjected to a vitriolic online smear campaign by the Israeli group, NGO Monitor, which has falsely accused PCHR of being linked to terrorists.
“Human rights defenders have told me that they will continue their work despite this online defamation, which is targeted at drying up their international support and intimidating them,” Lawlor said.
“This organisation continues to bear witness, document and record gross human rights violations and war crimes. Many Palestinians have spoken to them on condition of anonymity. Such is their fear of Israeli repercussions if they are to be publicly identified.”
Recent media reports have highlighted Israeli surveillance of PCHR, and other Palestinian human rights organisations, including Al-Haq and Addameer in the Occupied West Bank, for much of the past decade, in relation to information they were submitting on Israeli human rights violations to the International Criminal Court.
“I repeat my call for human rights defenders to be recognised as essential in times of armed conflict, and to be protected. As independent observers, lawyers and researchers, they document and preserve evidence of violations of international humanitarian and human rights law and ensure the possibility of accountability and justice,” Lawlor said.
The physical integrity of Human Rights Defenders should be protected against attacks and harassment, unlawful killings should be promptly and independently investigated in accordance with international law, and measures adopted to protect them against future serious violations, she said.
The expert has previously raised these concerns with authorities in Israel and in the occupied Palestinian territory.
#gaza#gaza genocide#human rights#current events#israel hamas war#i/p#i/p war#government#news#palestine news#jabalya#khan younis#rafah#i/pwar#israel#international criminal court#united nations#geneva#israeli defense forces#palestinian human rights centre#ohchr#nour abu al nour#dana yaghi#mary lawlor
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Frederique Constant Unveils the New Classic Tourbillon Manufacture Watch
In 2024, at the Geneva Watch Days event, Frederique Constant displayed a limited-edition 39 mm Classic Tourbillon Manufacture watch with a beautiful blue aventurine dial. This timepiece gained much attention and praise from watch enthusiasts and collectors worldwide due to its unique design and meticulous craftsmanship. To know more, read here.
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BIRD Geneva
#BIRD Geneva#Genève#location#bureaux#events#experiences#rent#offices#white#type#typeface#font#Crystal#2023#Week 44#website#web design#inspire#inspiration#happywebdesign
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If you're still doing drabble requests, can we have a little bit of Todcheni, as a treat? Or just a reflection on Lucheni's character? Love my stabby dude
Vaguely todcheni? This ended up more gen than I thought it would. O actually probably the right way to put it would be Tod & Lucheni "Parasite."
Under the cut because Tod is a manipulative bastard and for length. Also, massive artistic license has been taken with history.
Luigi Lucheni is not sulking. No, definitely not. Not here, sitting in the shade of the tree while still overlooking the waters of Lake Geneva.
The rustling of fabric interrupts Luigi’s thoughts, as his friend flops down beside him in the grass.
“Luigi.” His name just sounds as it is - a name - on his friend’s lips. It’s been spat so many ways, more an insult than anything else so often.
His friend’s eyebrow is raised in a silent question when Luigi turns. He’d told his friend of his plan. And yet here he sat under the tree, a free man. What to tell his friend? The truth? For some reason Luigi found himself convinced the blonde beside him already knew.
“You’ve still never told me your name.”
His friend’s smile is indulgent. They’ll get back to the original topic. Luigi doesn’t imagine he can avoid such things.
“You didn’t ask for so long.” That part is true. Luigi hadn’t asked, hadn’t ever thought to. The man was his friend, and that was enough. “Why should it matter now?”
A feeling of guilt wells deep within Luigi. He’d failed. “The bastard was early.” I failed.
And still, there is his friend’s questioning eyebrow, and Luigi feels his hand come to a fist as he looks away. “Of all the days, his deposed imperial pompousness would be early once in his life.” He still can’t bring himself to say it. He’d missed his quarry.
The noise of feathers comes, and Luigi looks up to see a raven had landed on his friend’s wrist, regarding Luigi himself for a moment before turning to his friend.
“Since when have you been a pigeon tender?” His friend had never said it, but he had a very specific look. Blonde. Fair. A touch of softness, and almost an aura of the feminine at times. And Luigi had never heard of him working, not during the day.
It’s the bird that responds, the squawk sounding almost offended, which was ridiculous. It was a bird, and one stupid enough to land on the wrist of a man. Perhaps Luigi would snatch the thing and sell it to leave and wallow in his misery somewhere else.
“I’m afraid dear Luigi may need to get his eyes checked, my friend.” Luigi’s friend is giving the raven an affectionate scratch. “I promise no sane man would mistake you for anything so ordinary as a pigeon.”
“Overgrown pigeon.” Luigi can’t resist rising to the bait. The bird fluffs its feathers before taking to the wing, leaving Luigi alone with his mirthful friend.
“What now?” The question pierces whatever armor the moments of relative levity had brought. What now indeed? Luigi must admit he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
He shrugs his shoulders and lets his gaze wander out to the people. All non-descript. Like ants, in a way.
The French pretender had been convenient. The only convenient one, really. Of all the parasitic vultures that called themselves the Kings of Europe. And he had slipped from Luigi’s grasp by being early for what was probably the first and only time in his life. It was as if the bastard had Lady Luck on his side. Or perhaps he’d seen the Specter of Death waiting, and had departed in all haste.
And left Luigi with no quarry.
“Do you see that lady?” Luigi followed his friend’s finger to a slim figure, all in black. “That’s the Countess of Hohenembs. Apparently, her particular habits involve bathing daily in milk.”
Luigi glanced over at his friend. It sounded almost too ridiculous to be true, but the blonde continued.
“And when she’s done with her bath of milk and roses and her shampoo of cognac she lays veal cutlets on her face.”
Luigi rolls his eyes. It must all be a lie. Too incredulous to be true.
“There’s more. So she has dozens and dozens of women to tend her babes as that sort of lady does, but manages to be the worst of mothers anyway. Dragged one poor thing across half an empire because she couldn’t bear a day apart from the child she barely knew and didn’t name. And then had the gall to be surprised when the babe died. And that was only her first one.”
Luigi’s ire is more risen than he would admit. He’d been left at a foundling hospital, and had nothing of his mother save for his name. Nothing. Mothers were supposed to protect their children. That’s what the matrons said. Sometimes smearing at the orphans, but for all their hypocrisy they had meant that. And yet this woman who his friend seemed somehow to think was mother to a people might as well have killed the babe herself, have offered the little thing up to Death in some pagan ceremony.
Even his own mother had dealt Luigi a better lot in life than that.
“And let me guess. She also killed her only son and left her husband without an heir, just because of her own vanity.” Luigi wanted the whole thing to be true. He wanted the woman to be the first leech of humanity.
“After a fashion. Her husband helped along the way.”
Luigi reaches down, only to find his pocket empty. His gun was gone. And he remembers the moment of blind rage, when he’d learned the French pretender was already gone.
“I threw the gun in the lake.” He hates admitting it, but somehow he imagines his friend already knows. He has no weapon even if the woman in black is the arch-parasite his friend imagines her to be.
But his friend merely reaches into his own open jacket and pulls out a long instrument.
It takes Luigi a moment to realize that it is a file - crudely sharpened and with a poorly shaped handle, but it is a file.
Why shouldn’t he kill the parasite? She was right there. And such a woman sounded so terrible he was almost glad that the French pretender hadn’t been there. For then he never would have had this even better prize.
It might just be some pretty picture painted by his friend, but Luigi wants it to be true as he hauls himself to his feet, the file in hand. His friend stands with him, all pretty blonde hair and a face too fair to be human.
“A kiss for luck?”
His friend’s arms are around him a moment later, and Luigi finds himself expecting a vague insult about having to pay for it, but cool lips brush his cheek in a tender way before his friend pulls back.
But Luigi pulls him close once more, wanting to steal a kiss from those lips. His friend turns at the last moment as Luigi only places the clumsy thing that passes for a poor kiss at best at the corner of his lips.
“In good time.” His friend is smiling now, eyes dark and knowing. He nods in the direction of the dark-clad woman. There is a promise there. Luigi will have all he desires and more. He knows it. Somehow, he knows it.
Grimly, Luigi picks his way over the ground, advancing on the unsuspecting figure. First she’s a mere blob, more slender but just a thing of black cloth. But as he grows closer, Luigi can see her as she is - a tired old woman. Was this all a cruel joke from his friend after all?
But his arm came up, the file turned shiv in his hand.
It’s frankly a pathetic stab. And Luigi runs before the woman’s companion screams, before anyone can do anything. He’s failed. Too much a coward to kill the old woman. The Countess his friend imagined her as.
For there was no way the woman was anything more than just an innocent passerby. One that his friend had imagined as the beating heart of corruption.
His friend. Where was his friend? Luigi looks for a moment but runs into the streets, going everywhere and nowhere. He doesn’t have his bearings, or the slightest idea of where to go. There had been officers. Some will have given chase. He tosses the file away, and hasn’t the slightest idea where. He’s running and running, then panting and panting.
But he goes nowhere, looking up to see the dockside again.
The footsteps, though - they’re gone. He’s alone in that, at least until he glances behind. Two officers are standing by his friend, by his beautiful friend. The raven is back, perched almost delicately on Luigi’s friend’s wrist, but he doesn’t even seem to notice. And neither do the officers. Luigi’s friend’s face is half shrouded with shadow, so that one eye might be gone, a void in its place. But the other eye blazes the unnatural golden of the sun, and it is the finger that finds him, straight and true.
There officers seize Luigi before he can flee again.
He’s still on the ground, held there, when the boat comes back. The woman is being held by her distraught maidservant. Perhaps Luigi would get that kiss after all.
He’s torn from his thoughts by the words of one of the officers. Does he even know who it is he has stabbed?
But of course, he does. A dying and miserable parasite. It was a mercy, really.
He doesn’t hear any of the officer’s other words, watching as his friend, raven still perched on his wrist, picks his way through men who don’t seem to see him. His goal is clear.
The officers dragged Lucheni away before it is fulfilled.
#lake geneva events#tod is a liar when he feels like it#todcheni?#kind of#more gen though#or maybe more tod and lucheni#lucheni POV#thank you for the ask :)#and a raven is never just a raven#;)
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Geneva Island Legacy┃Chapter six┃One Night
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#if there is one thing you can count on#its the Keed family making an appearance at the mention of ANY life event#they basically have a ready to go bag packed by the door at all times#just waiting for a call from Darion#Marshall calls him a couple times a day too just in case he misses something#darion means well as he always does#he just really doesn't know the strict family dynamic that autumn has to deal with#tw pregnancy#sims 4 story#ts4 story#sims 4#Geneva Island Legacy#ts4 screenies#ts4 screenshots#GIL chapter six#the sims community#show us your sims#show us your story#simblr
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"It is also relevant that under the Statute of the International Criminal Court, extermination, defined as including “the intentional infliction of conditions of life, inter alia, the deprivation of access to food and medicine, calculated to bring about the destruction of part of a population”, constitutes a crime against humanity when committed as part of a widespread or systematic attack directed against any civilian population, with knowledge of the attack."
ICRC Rule 55 Non-International Armed Conflicts Paragraph 3
Again, it’s fucking insane how the entire world is witnessing these war crimes first hand, yet none of these western governments seem to give a shit.
It’s like “Oh what’s that? The Israeli government is stopping civilians from receiving aid and healthcare? Huh, must be a day that ends in a y!”
Just…… fuck everything.
#Palestine#Free Palestine#Gaza#Gaza Strip#Current Events#war crimes#geneva convention#humanitarian aid#crimes against humanity
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Adriana Lima at the IWC booth of the Salon International de la Haute Horlogerie (SIHH), Palexpo, Geneva, Switzerland, 21/01/14.
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Commemoration of the World Humanitarian Day 2024 at UN Geneva.
Annual observance of World Humanitarian Day 2024 at the Palais des Nations, UN Geneva, Switzerland.
Watch the World Humanitarian Day 2024 - UN Geneva commemoration!
#unocha#humanitarianism#relief workers#humanitarian workers#medical workers#humanitarian crises#un geneva#commemorative event#palais des nations#aid workers#health workers#world humanitarian day
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