#where to stay in doha

[octuscle]

It’s so bitterly cold here in the Midwest USA, I wish I could be hanging with hunky guys in Dubai or something for Christmas. You think you could help me with that man?

You should have landed at Milwaukee Mitchell International Airport by now. But because of a snowstorm, you were diverted to Chicago O'Hare International Airport. This cursed journey to the holidays is getting worse by the minute. And if you drink another beer to drown your frustration, you're going to puke. But right now you need to take a piss. You find it a little difficult to get up. Firstly, because of the alcohol in your blood. On the other hand, because you've become a real heavyweight since last Christmas. A bit more exercise and less eating and drinking would also do you a lot of good…

The toilet is empty. It's amazing that so many people are stranded here so close to the holidays… And there's a sports bag by the washbasin. And it's still there when you come back from the urinals. Not a soul in sight… Could there be a bomb in there? A normal and sober person would now inform the security service. But you are definitely not sober. So you grab the bag. And in a reasonably quiet corner, you check the contents. Jackpot! Not much special. Sportswear, a white nightgown… And a wallet with quite a lot of cash, a passport from the UAE and above all: a flight ticket to SHJ. No idea what and where that is. But you have to change planes at JFK and DOH. That sounds exotic. It certainly sounds better than Kansas. Boarding starts in 20 minutes. As best you can with your beer belly, you walk towards the gate.

When you arrive at the gate, boarding is almost complete. The ground crew member asks you for your boarding pass and passport. Shit, you didn't even think about the fact that you don't look like your passport photo. The guy looks at your passport, looks at you, grins and wishes you a good flight. As you pass him, you hear him say to his colleague that you've really become a fat pig since the photo was taken. Well, that's probably your luck in this case.

You have a layover of over five hours at JFK. You heard in the in-flight program that the TWA Hotel & Fitness Center at JFK is supposed to be the largest hotel gym in the world. You really need a gym. And you have time too. So you set off. Not much sporting activity is to be expected from you. But after an hour of power walking on the treadmill and half an hour on the cross trainer, your new sports clothes from the bag you found are soaked with sweat. But you feel fit. Really fit. As you stand in front of the mirror after your shower, you run your hands over your stomach. Flat and hard. When you tense your muscles. That's how it should be. And you get rid of the rest of the fat too. It sucks with the beard. You shaved your beard for Thanksgiving. Because you were invited to a friend's parents' house. You didn't want to scare them off with your beard. But now the beard hasn't grown back the way you'd hoped. Your mother will scold you terribly.

You grab a salad and a protein shake at the bar in the gym. You want to sleep on the plane. The food on board is delicious and plentiful, but not good for your body. To make sleeping on board quicker, you put on just a tank top and jogging suit for the flight. It takes you a good twelve hours to reach Doha. You want to use this time to arrive home well-rested.

At boarding, the ground staff greet you in Arabic. Of course. As usual. It's nice to study in the USA. But you don't have to stay with the infidels in winter. You're now looking forward to the warm sun in the Gulf. The person sitting next to you is a non-believer. And obviously not familiar with Qatar Airways' in-flight catering. She has brought a large portion of chicken wings with fries from KFC on board. You almost feel sick. She offers you something. You flex your biceps and say in English with a heavy Arabic accent that you can't get these babies at KFC.

The flight was quiet, apart from the brief interruption during which you fucked the infidel chick in the airplane toilet. You'll have to do without a wet pussy for the next few weeks. Hehehe, but your cousins and your bruhs have tight asses. That works at least as well. You only have just under two hours in Doha before the last flight segment. You quickly go to the airport mosque, do your ablutions and sunset prayers, change into your spotless white dishdasha and board the plane to Sharjah. Over the next few weeks, you are the perfect son again. You will enjoy it. And as soon as the crazy holidays of the infidels are over, you'll be looking forward to fucking, drinking and partying again!

I found the last picture of you before you change to immaculate white at @alphaincar

[scenetocause]

no one asked for this but i was in the kitchen makin instant ramen and poleaxed by the thought of landoscar puppy play post-melbourne in the style of a fic i thought was gemjam's but now can't find where mark webber gave his then-protegee mitch evans a collar to help with homesickness anyway whatever have some fuckin words

edit: fuck's sake cassian obviously it was a collar and a kiss by zeraparker

mild warning for hopelessly undernegotiated kink

"Don't you ever get homesick?" Oscar could count the number of people he'd less like to be having this conversation with than Lando Norris on one hand and one of them's the bored immigration officer who had to tell him he'd not got his passport stamped right in Doha.

Lando snaps his gum, looking up to the ceiling like he's actually thinking about it. "No? Not really. I was sick of fucking Bali over Christmas, jesus and I don't want to go back to Dubai but like, home is everywhere innit?"

"No." Oscar closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose. Obviously Lando doesn't experience this, he could literally drive to his parents' house on half a tank of fuel, straight out of the MTC car park. Straight from Oscar's flat, where for some reason he's letting Lando crash as though him seeing the post-Australia comedown is a good idea.

"Hmm." Hearing Lando think is always disturbing. "Well, what can I do about it?"

Oscar has to open his eyes again in disbelief. 'What do you mean do about it?"

Seeing Lando cocking his head on one side, like a dog, makes something painful sear across Oscar's temples. "You're sad, I want to fix it. Max always-"

"Don't tell me about that." He can't hear about Max Fewtrell right now. The guy haunting the garage all weekend was enough. Oscar doesn't need a reminder he's not Lando's first anything, needs to keep the thoughts about breaking up with his girlfriend so they can properly be a thing to himself.

"Well." Lando is literally sitting on his hands. "Then you have to tell me about it yourself."

Thing is, this is too much. It's not the kind of thing he should share with Lando. Lando who he just got team-ordered for, Lando who he needs to match the tyre management of, Lando who will sit there and smile angelically and get his fucking way on anything they ever diverge on about feedback.

Oscar's clenching his jaw so hard he can almost feel the ache where they took his wisdom teeth, though. Another thing he didn't know he'd really miss this much.

"You can't fucking laugh at me." Why's he said that, for fuck's sake? Lando laughs at everything, would probably do it at a funeral in his weird, stressed-out way when he doesn't know how to socially behave.

"Ok." Lando's eyes are very big and he's looked up from his phone. "I can order TimTams on Uber Eats?"

That's actually quite sweet. But not what Oscar needs right now.

"Just - stay here." Lando's fucking weird, he's probably into some of this shit himself. If not something freakier, lying around his Monaco flat in a gimp mask, suffocating himself or god-knows-what shit.

It doesn't take long to find the box. Oscar's consciously never accumulated too much stuff in this flat, like he might have to move out of it any time. Like everything might have to go in a suitcase because the contract review board said it's over, kiddo, go back down under and pretend you understand your dad's business enough to pay him back.

It's not got very much in. Oscar doesn't like to wear too much, when he's like this. Just a t-shirt and shorts or his boxers. He doesn't think he's ready for Lando to see him shirtless, like this, make his eyes crinkle up in glee at how much of Oscar he can touch.

It'd be better if Lando did it, if someone put it on for him but that's too complicated to ask for, so Oscar does it himself, mostly. Puts the soft shorts on, an old Prema shirt that's a little too tight to wear outdoors but feels comfy, soft, reassuring on his skin.

The ears are easy but the collar. He can't do that, himself. Can't give himself the ball, the well-chewed, if pristinely laundered, beanie toy. Whines, unhappily, about it.

"Osc-" obviously, Lando heard him. The sounds of him chaotically standing up, nearly falling over Oscar's rug and stumbling towards his bedroom door, are already clattering through the flat. "Can I come in?"

He just whines again, an animal thing. Oscar needs permission, like this, doesn't give it.

"Ok you better not be dying because I never finished the first aid-" Lando stops in the doorway. "Oh."

Oscar sinks to the floor, his knees bending beneath him, shoving the box at Lando before he folds down on his knees and elbows, looking up at the guy he's supposed to do anything to beat.

"Good..." Lando moves his mouth around for a moment, licks his lips. "Puppy?"

He doesn't have a tail to wag, although he has thought about one of the plugs, sometimes. Objectively, the bit of Oscar's brain that's still somewhat functioning says wiggling his arse must make him look ridiculous, especially when he paws at the box and whines again.

Lando crouches down, touches the ears. "Do you want to go out?"

Oscar cringes back, shaking his head violently. God, imagine the headlines.

"Ok." Lando does his head-cock thing again, then sticks his hands into the box. "Do you want your collar?"

It's pretty shameful, the way Oscar crawls forward so easily, smushes his face against Lando's knee and maybe he should have asked about this properly but Lando goes easily, scritching behind Oscar's ear. "Oh you're such a good boy, look at you."

Lando fumbles the collar for a second, not getting the buckle right the first time and it's nearly uncomfortable enough Oscar stands up, right back out of it but then it goes and it's snug and tight and good, Lando's hand in his hair.

"Are these your toys?" Lando shifts to kneeling, lets Oscar get his head right in his lap, nuzzling against Lando's stomach through the pouch of his hoodie. He doesn't need to answer that one, it's pretty obvious.

"Well, I don't think Oscar would want you breaking his stuff, so I'm going to leave the ball here." The third person is a jolt, like a nod to camera but it feels right. Oscar is elsewhere, can worry about that later.

"Come on then, good dog." Lando stands up, with the beanie toy in hand. It's a koala, a stupid joke. "Come and play, then."

It's not a comfortable flat to get through on your hands and knees, hard wooden floor jarring him in a way that'll probably bruise a bit, tomorrow. Lando's walking easily, waggling the beanie like he thinks he needs to keep Oscar interested.

Not Oscar. Puppy. It feels good.

Lando pushes the coffee table away, scraping on the floor in a way Oscar's landlord will probably have an opinion about when he comes to pay the deposit back. But puppies don't worry about that kind of thing, so Oscar just crawls over to where Lando's sitting, legs spread and outstretched, on the rug.

"Come on," Lando holds out the beanie, waving it by Oscar's mouth. "You want this, yeah?"

Oscar growls, nips at it. It's not the toy he wants, really, just the -

Ah, perfect. Lando pulls Oscar forward by the toy, right on top of him as he leans back. Oscar can paw him like his, Lando laughing delightedly and twisting away.

It's - he's seen the video, McLaren posted it for some national day or something last year - the same way Lando plays with his family's dog. Silly, rolling around the floor, letting Oscar half-hump him while Lando's shrieking and trying to get out of his grip, only to dive back in, wrestling with Oscar.

The rug scoots across the floor under them and they nearly crash into the telly, Oscar ending up on his back, against the sofa, Lando tickling his tummy but the toy in Oscar's mouth, triumphant.

"Are you submitting? Are you letting me lead the pack?" It's a bit on the nose but yeah, maybe. Oscar kicks out a leg, half-heartedly, to show he isn't always going to be ok with that.

"What a good boy." That, he is always ok with. More than human-Oscar would like to admit.

Lando lies down next to him, face a bit flushed and eyes bright from playing. "Always wanted a dog. You can even come to all the races."

[mahayanapilgrim]

A Dream of Saraha

OM SARVA SVASTI SIDDHI HUM

One night while I, the yogi Rangjung Dorje, was staying at Trashi Sarma Hermitage, I dreamt that I traveled with two companions to Sri Daksina Parvata Mountain. We were looking for the guru, the Great Brahman Saraha. My two friends went to search on the southern side of the mountain. I stayed by myself in a pleasant, wide, open alpine meadow on the mountain's eastern side. I had just made myself comfortable, sitting alone, when masses of flower-snow began to fall. I responded to this by making cairns out of the fallen flowers, and I sat in steady contemplation in their midst.

Then a small, sweet voice came down from the sky:

"Child of the lineage, hear this!

The guru, the Great Brahman Saraha, Is your mind's nature -

It is a grave mistake to look for him elsewhere.

I replied to the voice, saying,

E ma ho! The guru, the Great Brahman, is My mind's nature, and in this Mandala where variety has one taste, There are no seekers and sought;

My two friends still search, While to me, sitting here alone, The Great Brahman reveals a sign.

Ah! How wonderful!

This is what I said. And from the sky, in reply, came the voice of the Great Brahman:

E ma ho! This is the guru, the Great Brahman;

I am your mind's nature, and in this Mandala where variety has one taste,

There are no cultivators, nor things to cultivate.

Hey child! This doha is beyond speech, Thought, or expression, so cultivate its advice!

Hey child! Mahamudra is the essence of All past, present, and future buddhas.

Stay uncomplicated!

Hey child! In effortless naturalness,

A state free of extremes, Realize self-aware wisdom;

Its purpose is to help wanderers.

Don't be distracted; stay balanced!

E ma ho! Mind's nature is simplicity;

It comes from nowhere and has Nowhere to go, just like a crazy person.

Hey child! Like a river dissolving into the sea, It has no creation and no cessation, So stay in mahãmudra!"

~ 3rd Karmapa Rangjung Dorje

[star-child-wonders]

Stay?

Shakes x Skaara

Summary: Skaara had a long day at The Vice and had come over to the city rover's football pitch to be alone and practice, but an unexpected guest has already been there.

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It was pretty late when Skaara began walking towards the old football ground. He won't admit it but he misses this place a lot, after all this is where the deadly duo formed and fell apart. This ground had seen everything, the meet, the talks, the sillies, the tears, the anger and the friendship.

He looked up to the sky, watching as the sun started to dig it's heels and painted the sky with all the warm colours. The reds, the yellows and the oranges blurred together and it all looked beautiful.

The red reminding him of a certain man in red, how his spiky hair swayed in the wind as he concentrated on getting the ball in the net how his beautiful honey eyes shone so bright when he passed a level, how his lips turned and how his laughs lit up the world around him.

He always thought about it, what exactly happened to them? Why did they fall out? What pulled them apart? As these thoughts raced in his head he walked straight into a pole. He heard snickering, furious he turned to see who it was and his face fell.

There stood Shakes Jomo Mokena in all his glory, his dirty green shirt, dark blue shorts, his signature red studs and that shit eating grin that he used to have long before the fall out.

Tho Skaara wanted to give a snarky remark he opted to stay silent. Vince had been giving him a headache and he really just wanted to be left alone. So he turned around to leave.

A football hit his leg lightly, he turned around and saw Shakes gesture him towards the field. "Wanna have a friendly one-on-one? For old times sake?" He asked, Skaara thought about it. 'Fuck it, it's for old times sake.' He just turned around and gave a smirk.

In just a bit the ball was flying around the field as the two teased and gave sarcastic and snarky remarks. But still both were laughing the same.

After many goals and saves, both fell and laid on the ground giggling, cackling and snorting. Soon the laughter died down and both fell into a comfortable silence.

Previous thoughts came back to Skaara and before he could stop himself, he said "what happened to us? The deadly duo?" He bit his tongue mentally slapping himself for asking the question. "Honestly, I don't know.... According to you we fell because I stopped training with you. But to me we fell because you needed me to set you up for the goals. But now that I think of it, we are both equals. We are both amazing footballers and we are both loved equally." Said the man.

Skaara fell silent, he never realized it but he had needed Shakes, always. They've been together since they were 5. Ever since Skaara moved in with his aunt and uncle after his dad's death. Skaara only ever remembered his dad, when he asked what happened to mom he always said "she used to love stars and now she's one of them."

He still remembers the crash after he and his dad were coming back from camping, how they were both laughing and how everything had suddenly started to hurt. He remembers waking up in hospital and his aunt rushing in and hugging him close, him asking about his dad, both of them freezing before telling him "he's with mom, among the stars".

He still remembers knowing all the bullcrap they told him thinking that he knew nothing. Then moving to Doha CIA and meeting Shakes. He remembers seeing him with his dad and getting jealous. It just wasn't fair, how come he gets to have such a good life and he is suffering?

Then the news of his father going missing came out, he felt sorry for Shakes because he knew the feeling. They continued to be friends and always had each other's back. They played together, ate together, went to school together and had fun together.

What happened.......

"..... Karra... Ska.... SKAARA!" He herd someone call, he saw that the sky had turned dark and the stars were shining bright. He looked to see Shakes saying something, "let's go home, it's getting late." And he extended an arm to help him up. Skaara took the helping hand and got up.

"Let's do this again someday. I had fun." Skaara admitted. "Of course! We can always still train together." Shakes said giving him a genuine smile, all the worries Skaara had melted away. How can someone be so forgiving? After all he had done to him, how is this man still willing to get on good terms again? He will never know.....

But he knows one thing. He can never live without Shakes, his little crush has come back and it plans to stay this time......

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[jackoshadows]

It was different for Dahdouh, too. The moment he was back on screen, he saw the public's pride in him. For days, he could barely walk in the street without being offered not only condolences but encouragement. He started receiving calls from strangers. "You do not know me," one said. "I have lost all my children and my entire family, but in your honour, and in solidarity with you, I will stand firm." He was no longer seen as just a high-profile reporter, but a bearer of Gaza's grief and a symbol of its people's character. And in a war where so many journalists had already been killed, Dahdouh's new, magnified role potentially placed him in the crosshairs. He was an experienced war reporter, but this was the first time he felt he might be personally targeted for doing his job.

'I couldn't cry over my children like everyone else," Dahdouh told me this summer as we sat in his living room in Doha, where he now lives. In Gaza, he felt he had to be the pillar of strength that others needed. His old life was gone, and he could not pause for a moment to take stock or process what was happening. He spoke of this period with a touch of the mystical, with wonder at his own response to his calamity, and the response it drew from others.

One of Dahdouh's nicknames is Al Jabal, the mountain. "I am a stubborn man," Dahdouh said to me, explaining why he chose not to leave after his injury. He had experienced so much loss, seen so much death and come so close to dying himself that he no longer had any fear. "Life and death," to him, "had become the same." All that he cared about was that when death came, it would find him "on his feet". He was certain that as long as he was alive, no matter how badly injured, he would stay in Gaza and keep reporting. "So many high profile people called him to persuade him," Zaanoun, his childhood friend, told me. For most Palestinians in Gaza, leaving was impossible, but Dahdouh was in a different position. Al Jazeera had sometimes managed to extract permission from the Israeli authorities for staff members and their families to be evacuated. Zaanoun and others told him his departure would not be seen as a defeat. He had done enough and it was time to take care of his family, and himself. Without urgent medical care, he might lose his arm. Besides, he had become too totemic now. The risk of him being targeted by Israel was higher than ever, they said. What would be his value to anyone if he was killed?

Three days after the airstrike, Dahdouh decided that he would go along with the steps required to leave Gaza – but he harboured a secret plan. If his family was allowed to leave through the Rafah crossing, he would go with them to the border. Once they had crossed, he would then turn back. He would trust Hamza with the responsibility of "leading the Dahdouhs into the future".

[mariacallous]

This month the World Trade Organization threw in the towel on COVID-19. Medicines like Paxlovid have been plentiful in the U.S. and Europe, but because of insufficient supplies and high prices, hardly anyone in Africa, Asia, and Latin America has had access. After more than three years of debate, the WTO declared on Feb. 13 that it was unable to reach agreement on waiving global patent rules for COVID-19 treatment to ease the way for expanded production.

Those confused about why the WTO is even still debating COVID-19 nearly a year after the public health emergency was declared over by the World Health Organization can be forgiven. Not only is this slow speed not what the world needs in a pandemic, it is also not how the World Trade Organization is supposed to work, and begs questions on WTO’s relevance in a multi-crisis world. It also makes clear that responsibility for the global governance of pandemic-related technology and intellectual property cannot remain with the WTO.

As negotiations have reconvened this week in Geneva over a new Pandemic Treaty, the question of which organizations should manage the response is a live question. Some negotiators are pushing for a role for the world’s health ministers and the World Health Organization on intellectual property, but the U.S. negotiator and others say these questions should stay with the WTO. The WTO’s failure, though, make this an increasingly untenable position: If the WTO cannot act in a pandemic to remove patents barriers and promote sharing of technology so the world can produce enough medicines and vaccines, then the WHO must be empowered to do so.

When the World Trade Organization was created in 1995, it marked a fundamental change to international trade law. Where the international system it replaced had primarily dealt with flow of goods across borders, WTO rules expanded the definition of “trade” to include the intangible—including patents on pharmaceuticals. All members were required to enforce 20-year monopolies over making new medicines. As the late scholar Susan Sell described it, this was a remarkable act of “forum shifting.” Before that, patents (effectively government-granted monopolies) were not part of “free” trade. Into the 1970s, many rich countries such as Italy and Japan did not allow patents on medicines, and many developing countries like India, Brazil, and Mexico had continued to exclude medicines from patent monopolies into the 1990s. But they were convinced to expand intellectual property in the new WTO agreement with a promise of “technology transfer” and a requirement that wealthy countries incentivize their companies to share with least-developed countries. This has not gone as promised.

The first effective medicines in the AIDS pandemic arrived just as the WTO came into being. It quickly became clear this debate about globally enforceable intellectual property was life-or-death as patents proved a major barrier to access. Twelve million Africans died between 1997 and 2007 with AIDS medicines too expensive and pharmaceutical companies blocking affordable generic versions. Eventually manufacturers in India, Brazil, South Africa, and elsewhere overcame barriers and made the drugs at a 99 percent lower cost. Today 30 million people are on treatment and cutting-edge medicines costs less than $50 per year.

Did drug companies voluntarily relent? Unfortunately, no. Dozens of low- and middle-income country governments issued “compulsory licenses” forcing drug companies to allow local producers to make HIV medicines. Activists pressured companies to drop their price and share their technology. The WTO eventually agreed on the “Doha Declaration” clarifying WTO rules allowing countries “flexibilities” to make affordable medicines and special consideration during emergencies. It took over a decade, but eventually the Medicines Patent Pool was created to facilitate voluntary sharing of technology—though companies only joined because compulsory alternatives left them little choice.

When the pandemic hit, these structures to transfer technology were all available, but world leaders decided to only use the voluntary elements—an approach that failed spectacularly. Scientists delivered vaccines in record time. Highly effective mRNA vaccines were developed in under a year and treatments followed. Paxlovid proved among the most effective—a long-standing HIV drug combined with a new drug similar to HIV antiretrovirals. Costa Rica and the WHO proposed a mechanism to pool technology and patents even before medicines were developed and approved. Over 100 different drug and vaccine manufacturers around the world were prepared to make them, several even showing they could reverse engineer mRNA vaccines. But no drug company agreed to share its technology, and none of the governments where companies were based compelled them to.

With neither a relaxation of WTO rules nor enough voluntary sharing to enable factories in Africa, Asia, and Latin America to expand supply, global leaders backed a set of voluntary efforts for low- and middle-income countries (LMICs). COVAX, the international effort to procure and equitably distribute vaccines, tried to secure vaccines from companies like Pfizer and Moderna. Predictably, however, COVAX quickly discovered high-income countries were locking up global supplies by using economic and political power to secure preferential access from companies. By the end of the first year, less than 1 percent of all vaccines had gone to low-income countries. Medicines fared no better. One analysis showed need for Paxlovid exceeded supply in LMICs by 8 million doses—leaving 90 percent without access. The lowest reported price was $250—200 percent of the average per capita spending on all health in lower middle-income countries.

These shortages had consequences. Analyses show as many as 27 million lives lost to the pandemic, many of which were preventable. Beyond the direct effect, dangerous coronavirus variants swept the world from contexts of high transmission and low vaccinated immunity. The pandemic has been longer and more damaging because of an artificially limited global supply of countermeasures.

Throughout this time the WTO was locked in debate. South Africa and India proposed a temporary waiver of WTO rules on all COVID-19 products during the pandemic. Pharmaceutical industry lobbyists cast this as a dangerous idea, launching a campaign against it claiming “voiding patents” would undermine innovation for pandemic products. In reality, a waiver does not take away IP rights. It simply suspends global rules temporarily, giving policymaking authority back to national governments to decide whether to enforce patents on pandemic-products during the pandemic without threat of WTO-linked sanctions. A waiver alone would not have solved the pandemic supply problem, which also required shared know-how and expanded manufacturing. But it would have removed threats of lawsuits for companies making financial and infrastructure investments in production lines and threat of sanctions from powerful states for governments allowing local production.

The WTO is supposed to be able to use mechanisms like waivers to respond to crises in a matter of weeks, not years. The Marrakesh Agreement explicitly includes a provision on waivers, stating the General Council must act within 90 days on a waiver request, assuming consensus, but falling back to a vote of three-fourths of members. Every year multiple WTO waivers are granted on issues from pharmaceuticals to diamonds to preferential trade for neighbors. But since 2020, the WTO’s efforts to pass a waiver in the middle of a world-changing event hit institutional and ideological roadblocks. Even as heads of state weighed in and wide swaths of the global economy depended on stopping the coronavirus, the institutional structure encouraged gridlock. Despite seemingly supportive law, the WTO’s structures encourage narrow interest-group politics, excluding actors with a broader public interest and economic agenda.

Narrowly-focused intellectual property negotiators framed the COVID-19 issue in ways that insulated negotiators, focused on footnotes and eligibility instead of stopping the pandemic, and gave an effective veto to trade negotiators from a few states with strong pharmaceutical lobbies. By the time the 12th WTO Ministerial Conference rolled around in June 2022, a simple pandemic-long waiver proposed two years earlier had morphed into a complicated mechanism that several developing countries declared unworkable. It only covered vaccines, pushing treatments to further negotiations. Eight months of more negotiations yielded no further progress, leading to the WTO’s declaration of no agreement last week.

It is time for a new forum shift. Negotiations over a new Pandemic Treaty are intensifying as negotiators hope for a May conclusion. The draft agreement includes a commitment to waive intellectual property during a pandemic and to use WTO flexibilities to produce pandemic-fighting products. These are the minimum steps to make the whole world safer. President Joe Biden already supported a patent waiver during the pandemic and is using these flexibilities at home, including “march-in” rights to limit patent monopolies on high-priced drugs in the U.S. The U.S. negotiator’s opposition suggests misaligned foreign policy.

But the agreement should go further. Given the WTO’s repeated failure, the new agreement should shift authority to waive patent rules to the World Health Assembly. And it should include a binding agreement to share publicly funded technologies for global production. States delegated authority to the WTO, which has proved a barrier rather than an asset in pandemics. Taking it back is just good governance.

[spiritualsoul1969]

"The Unshakeable Resolve: How to Truly Connect with the Divine"

"Sankalp karu bhakta, shree vitthala"

Devotees should make a resolve to worship Lord Vitthal.

Saint Tukaram’s doha, "Sankalp karu bhakta, shree vitthala," is a profound call for spiritual commitment. It emphasizes the power of resolve in the spiritual journey, particularly in the worship of Lord Vitthal, a deity revered in the Bhakti tradition. This verse urges devotees to make a firm and unwavering decision to dedicate themselves to their spiritual path, highlighting the transformative power of such resolve.

Spiritual Essence

1. The Power of Sankalp (Resolve): In spirituality, Sankalp is more than just a decision; it is a deep, inner resolve that aligns the mind, heart, and soul toward a singular purpose. When a devotee resolves to worship Lord Vitthal, it signifies an unwavering commitment to the divine. This resolve acts as a guiding light, steering the devotee through the challenges and distractions of daily life.

2. Devotion to Lord Vitthal: Lord Vitthal, a form of Lord Krishna, is the embodiment of compassion, love, and guidance. In the Bhakti tradition, worshipping Vitthal is seen as a path to spiritual liberation. Sant Tukaram’s doha reminds us that to truly connect with the divine, one must approach with a heart full of resolve and dedication. It is this unwavering devotion that transforms the mundane into the sacred.

3. The Transformative Power of Worship: Worship, when done with resolve, becomes a powerful tool for inner transformation. It is not merely about rituals or prayers but about cultivating a deep, personal connection with the divine. This doha emphasizes that when devotees make a firm resolve to worship Lord Vitthal, they open themselves up to spiritual growth and divine grace.

4. Resolve as a Spiritual Foundation: Sankalp serves as the foundation of a spiritual life. Without resolve, the mind wavers, and devotion becomes inconsistent. Sant Tukaram’s wisdom urges us to solidify our spiritual foundation through a resolute heart, ensuring that our worship is not a fleeting act but a continuous, ever-deepening journey toward the divine.

Unique and Transformative Insight

Imagine the resolve to worship Lord Vitthal as a seed planted in the heart. This seed, when nurtured with dedication and faith, grows into a mighty tree, providing shade and shelter in the form of spiritual peace and fulfillment. The act of making a resolve is the moment the seed is planted; it is the beginning of a transformative process that, over time, bears the fruits of divine connection and inner tranquility.

This insight offers a transformative perspective on spiritual resolve. It is not merely about making a decision but about planting the seed of divine connection within oneself. This seed, with proper nurturing, grows into a robust and unwavering devotion that withstands the trials of life.

In a world where distractions are abundant and spiritual commitments are often fleeting, Sant Tukaram’s doha offers a radical shift in understanding. It teaches us that the true essence of devotion lies in the firmness of our resolve, and through this resolve, we can cultivate a life of spiritual richness and divine connection.

Practical Toolkit for Daily Routine

1. Morning Resolve Meditation:

Begin your day with a brief meditation, focusing on your resolve to worship Lord Vitthal.

Visualize yourself offering your devotion with a pure and unwavering heart.

2. Daily Affirmation:

Create a daily affirmation that reinforces your resolve to stay committed to your spiritual path.

Example: "I am steadfast in my devotion to Lord Vitthal, and my resolve grows stronger each day."

3. Symbolic Gesture:

Incorporate a symbolic gesture in your daily routine, such as lighting a lamp or offering a flower to Lord Vitthal, as a reminder of your resolve.

4. Consistent Worship Practice:

Set aside a specific time each day for worship, ensuring that it becomes a consistent and integral part of your routine.

5. Reflective Journaling:

At the end of the day, spend a few minutes journaling about your spiritual journey, focusing on how your resolve has guided you through the day.

6. Weekly Sankalp Renewal:

Every week, take a moment to renew your resolve, reaffirming your commitment to worship Lord Vitthal.

7. Group Worship:

Participate in or organize group worship sessions with like-minded individuals to strengthen your resolve and devotion.

8. Mindful Living:

Practice mindful living throughout the day, ensuring that your thoughts, words, and actions align with your spiritual resolve.

9. Gratitude Practice:

Cultivate a daily gratitude practice, thanking Lord Vitthal for the strength and guidance to maintain your resolve.

10. Spiritual Reading:

Dedicate time to reading scriptures or spiritual texts related to Lord Vitthal, deepening your understanding and strengthening your resolve.

By integrating these practices into your daily life, you can embody the wisdom of Sant Tukaram’s doha and ensure that your spiritual resolve becomes a powerful force for transformation. This toolkit is designed to help you maintain a steadfast commitment to worshipping Lord Vitthal, allowing you to cultivate a life of spiritual depth and divine connection.

[repulsiveliquidation]

nah that was the worst flight ever. I was 👌🏻 this fucking close to slapping the shit out of a kid whose parents just allowed him to yell and beg and scream for his way. Asshole in front of me reclined his seat the whole way and fucking crushed my knees. I slept and was leaning forward on the tv cause I couldn’t feel my ass and he was trying to recline his seat more and woke me so I just stay where I was and he literally hit me with the seat and I said what the fuck so loudly he quiet down for a bit 💀💀

Then I had my leg folded over and he switched seats with his father, bro had the audacity to call a flight attendant to tell me to put my leg down so he could recline the seat all the way and interrupt my movie. I said fuck no I want to watch Venom in peace. She told him no, she’s got her leg folded, it’s her right deal with it 😁

Anyway rant over Doha Airport is so pretty.

[daceydeath]

Lazy Mornings

Pairing: Park Doha x Reader Word Count: 1.1k Genre: Fluff, smut, slice of life Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, unprotected sex (don't be morons), fingering

The blankets were so warm wrapped tightly around you but as you stretched your fingers failed to catch on the body you expected to be beside you somewhere in the over sized bed. Poking your head out to take in the surroundings properly you could hear noises from the kitchen, mumbled voices and laughter followed by hushing, you realized that you must have been the last one still in bed but you didn't mind you know that Doha would come back in to cuddle you when he was finished with whatever he was doing. After a few more minutes the door carefully opened and Doha padded back into the room the smell of coffee and toast following him.

"Mmmm" you hummed smiling and opening your eyes to see him placing a cup on the beside table.

"Morning my love" he whispered as he smoothed your messy bed hair back down.

"I'm up" you yawned as his eyes softened taking in your bare face and soft features.

"So you don't want my cuddles then?" he pouted.

"I would love some cuddles this morning" you giggled as his pout morphed into a cheeky little grin as you unwrapped the blankets you had cocooned yourself in for him to get in beside you.

"Oh you are so fantastically warm my love" he sighed tucking you against him "It's so cold this morning".

"Then just stay here with me" you mumbled his comforting scent surrounding you.

"The boys have gone out so we can stay like this for a little while" he whispered pressing his lips to your forehead. He held you tightly his fingers dancing along the hem of your sleep shirt teasing the strip of skin that was exposed as you moved you hummed happily against him your fingers tracing the plains of his covered chest listening to the sounds of his breathing.

"Doha" you mumbled his gentle touches and warmth starting to make you need more of him tilting your head up to look into his eyes he slowly lowered his lips to yours. His plush lips fit so perfectly with yours, his slow gentle kiss becoming two then three before he deepened it his hand coming up to cup your face while his tongue ran along the seam of your lip. Everything fell away as his lips grazed along your jaw and down your neck his hands skimming along your body you slide under your top and cup your bare breasts, you gasped as his long fingers began teasing the hardening buds as he continued massaging your body leisurely.

"Can I love?" he breathed against your throat as you whimpered softly under his touch.

"Yes always" you whined as he pulled himself away from you enough to rid you of your top latching his mouth to your exposed collarbone and kissing his way across your chest. You softly ached your back encouraging him to continued his way towards your breasts needing more from him that just teasing kisses.

"Such a needy princess" he chuckled sliding his tongue around your nipple suckling it slowly you hand sliding into his hair. When he pulled away the second time you whined louder until he shushed you with another kiss pulling your sleep pants down you legs and throwing them off the bed before he pulled his own shirt off "So sensitive princess".

"Want you" you murmured needily his hard length pressed against your thigh "need you".

"I'm all yours my love" he whispered against your lips before kissing you deeply against while his fingers teasingly crept down your body towards where you needed him until they glided along your already wet slit. "So wet for me and all I've done it kiss you" he teased lovingly.

"Love you" you groaned as he found your clit circling it the the exact pressure he knew would make you even wetter.

"Love you more my perfect princess" he sighed as he slipped a finger into your heat pumping it carefully in time with the way he was already toying with you your soft sweet moans filling the room as he brought you closer and closer to you end.

"Baby I need you inside me" you mewled grinding your hips against his hand.

"Not yet my love" he kissed along your jaw again moving down the column of your neck painting it with light marks and wet kisses as you felt yourself fall over the edge of your orgasm.

"Doha, Doha" you cried out your legs shaking as he gently coaxed as much pleasure as he could from you as you panted and arched against the sheets.

"You are so beautiful" he murmured reverently kissing your lips softly as he pushed your thighs apart for him to fit between "let me love you princess, let me worship you". Tenderly he pushed his length into your still fluttering walls making your eyes roll back.

"Doha" you moaned as he set a slow deep pace kissing your lips, cheeks and jaw his length feeling perfect against your sensitive walls and quickly pushing to towards another high.

"I love hearing your sweet moans, all for me" he panted softly his hips rocking into you faster the more your responded.

"All for you, only you Doha, my Doha" you babbled lost in how good he was making you feel, how hard he was, how perfectly he stretched you. Your eyes closed as he kissed you passionately again his hand coming up to intertwine his fingers with yours and pin them softly above your head, his hips keeping his slow pace as he enjoyed the feeling of your wrapped tightly around him.

"I love you" he whispered fervently "I love you, I love you" your euphoria over took you making your vision go white as you called his name again and again the feeling only prolonged as you felt his hot seed fill you.

"I love you Doha" you breathed as he slipped from you pulling you to his bare chest to bask in your bliss while you listened to his heart beat. The quite that stretched between the two of you was warm and filled with soft breaths and softer kisses until Doha moved to get you more comfortable.

"Oh, I let your coffee go cold" he frowned looking at the cup he had brought in for you making you laugh and kiss him again.

a/n: I hope you like it any comments, like or reblogs are appreciated and adored you beautiful souls xx

Taglist (open): @christopher-bangnaldoskzz, @armystay89, @damnyouficc, @roamingpolar, @skyhold-tara, @bakedlilgoonie, @krishastumblernow

[vintagedolls]

Romantic Weekend Getaway: Stay & Dine at The Ritz-Carlton, Doha

As someone who loves to travel, I have created some unforgettable memories, many of which are intrinsically linked to the delicious foods that I've enjoyed in different parts of the world. The Ritz-Carlton, Doha and its selection of on-site restaurants have a lasting impression on our romantic weekend in Doha.

Review

Whether you are checking in for a deluxe room or a suite, every accommodation at The Ritz-Carlton, Doha is designed to guarantee you a comfortable stay. The rooms feature plush bedding, marble-fitted bathrooms, premium amenities, and stunning views of the Arabian Gulf. The spacious suites feature a separate lounge area, private balcony, marble bathroom with a separate bathtub and shower, and access to the Club Lounge, where guests can enjoy complimentary refreshments, snacks, and cocktails.

The Ritz-Carlton, Doha offers diverse dining options suitable for different occasions. Whether you're in the mood for fine dining or casual fare, the hotel's restaurants and bars offer an unforgettable culinary journey. With a reputation for excellence in all areas of hospitality, The Ritz-Carlton has earned its spot as one of the top hotels in the region, and a go-to destination for those seeking only the best. Here’s what to expect from the food and beverage offerings at The Ritz-Carlton, Doha.

Sel & Miel

Named after the key ingredients in French cuisine, salt and honey, Sel & Miel encompasses the essence of delicate flavors and textures. The restaurant proudly serves authentic recipes that have been lovingly passed down through generations. Each dish on their menu is a thoughtful harmony of flavors, crafted with passion and reverence for every ingredient. In the heart of Doha, the modern brasserie offers a special brunch menu on Fridays. The relaxed ambiance of Sel & Miel, features four distinct seating areas, including an indoor and outdoor terrace bathed in natural sunlight, overlooking the stunning turquoise blue waters of the Gulf.

STK Doha

STK Doha, the hotel's modern steakhouse, where you can savor the finest cuts of meat. The sleek and stylish ambiance complements the delectable dishes, making it a popular choice for a romantic dinner or a night out with friends. The dining experience is elevated with the creative cocktails that can be enjoyed at the bar, which adds a bit of fun to the night. STK Doha also offers a reservation-only experience called Le Petit Chef. . Combining modern technology with culinary artistry, this immersive show creates an unforgettable story that plays out right before your eyes. As your meal is prepared and cooked, a tiny chef is projected onto your table to take you on a journey around the world, showcasing different flavors and cuisines along the way. With stunning visuals, engaging storytelling, and delicious food to enjoy, Le Petit Chef at STK Doha promises to be an occasion that you will never forget.

B-Lounge

B-Lounge offers a special froze brunch on Fridays. With stunning, marina views in an upbeat environment featuring a live DJ, the dining experience is tailored to satisfy your every craving and musical passion.

Habanos

In this newly-renovated lounge area, guests can experience the ultimate indulgence with the hotel's selection of premium cigars, Habanos. The Ritz-Carlton Doha not only offers a variety of Habanos to choose from but also provides a comfortable and luxurious atmosphere to enjoy them. From the expertly crafted cigars to the lavish surroundings, this is an experience not to be missed. Whether it's a celebratory occasion or just a time to unwind, Habanos will leave a lasting impression.

[mahayanapilgrim]

A Dream of Saraha

OM SARVA SVASTI SIDDHI HUM

One night while I, the yogi Rangjung Dorje, was staying at Trashi Sarma Hermitage, I dreamt that I traveled with two companions to Sri Daksina Parvata Mountain. We were looking for the guru, the Great Brahman Saraha. My two friends went to search on the southern side of the mountain. I stayed by myself in a pleasant, wide, open alpine meadow on the mountain's eastern side. I had just made myself comfortable, sitting alone, when masses of flower-snow began to fall. I responded to this by making cairns out of the fallen flowers, and I sat in steady contemplation in their midst.

Then a small, sweet voice came down from the sky:

"Child of the lineage, hear this!

The guru, the Great Brahman Saraha, Is your mind's nature -

It is a grave mistake to look for him elsewhere.

I replied to the voice, saying,

E ma ho! The guru, the Great Brahman, is My mind's nature, and in this Mandala where variety has one taste, There are no seekers and sought;

My two friends still search, While to me, sitting here alone, The Great Brahman reveals a sign.

Ah! How wonderful!

This is what I said. And from the sky, in reply, came the voice of the Great Brahman:

E ma ho! This is the guru, the Great Brahman;

I am your mind's nature, and in this Mandala where variety has one taste,

There are no cultivators, nor things to cultivate.

Hey child! This doha is beyond speech, Thought, or expression, so cultivate its advice!

Hey child! Mahamudra is the essence of All past, present, and future buddhas.

Stay uncomplicated!

Hey child! In effortless naturalness,

A state free of extremes, Realize self-aware wisdom;

Its purpose is to help wanderers.

Don't be distracted; stay balanced!

E ma ho! Mind's nature is simplicity;

It comes from nowhere and has Nowhere to go, just like a crazy person.

Hey child! Like a river dissolving into the sea, It has no creation and no cessation, So stay in mahãmudra!"

~ 3rd Karmapa Rangjung Dorje

[pentagonieslut]

mm how abt a mini fic series because i thought about this pair and it made me just gush. can’t think of a name for it yet i’m sorry 😔

tags: m!body, bxb, idolxidol, sub!havit, dom!junseo, vamp!havit, uni student!junseo, barista! junseo, camboy!havit, white hair junseo, milk white hair junseo

warnings: blow job, pet play, rough sex, dirty talk, choking, biting, the good stuff, mention of blood / blood drinking due to vampire havit, jealous sex, merinthophilia, voyeurism (camboy havit), public sex, slight femboy!havit

(ain’t prepared, don’t you dare. always wrap before you make it clap. safety first.)

junseo screamed in surprise at the smaller male, who was stirring his tomato juice in the dark. grabbing his chest and turning on the light, he leaned against the entry way of the kitchen and raised a brow. “alright you little vamp. what’s up? you’re never like this unless you forget to take sleeping gummies, stressed, out of sleeping gummies, or you’re planning on sneaking out.” junseo said as havit continued staring blankly, ignoring the technical younger.

“you’re out of blood? or is the gummies?” junseo asked as he finally started moving around and getting himself some coffee whilst checking on both things. “i’m out of blood and gummies. i’ll go get some more later though.” havit finally replied as he turned around to face the other. “i know. because you leave your little notes everywhere.” junseo said, answering the next question that was about to leave havit’s mouth. “i’ll pick some up when i come back from class.” nodding his head, havit just got up and headed back to his room after patting the other on the shoulder and receiving a smile in response.

how junseo and havit met was by pure chance. havit needed someone to stay with him in his penthouse when he went out for night hunts and junseo needed a place to stay. it’s been like that for a few months now and the two were really close. junseo even found out about his secret two weeks after moving in. but he has yet to know his biggest secret.

arriving at the cafe, junseo had started up the coffee machines, turned on the food warmer, and set out the displays of treats. turning the sign over and playing some music gently, junseo was ready to work. slowly the other workers came in alongside the flood of patrons who were quick to get what they wanted and leave.

havit woke up to the sun slowly starting to burn his skin. shooting up and going to change, havit stumbled out the house with his phone falling onto the floor with a thud. “shit shit shit.” he said as he sprinted to the coffee shop to get the coffee only the owner of the shop knew how to make as he was a supernatural himself.

nearly falling face first into the shop, havit caught himself and stood up quickly, smiling at the owner who had chuckled softly and pointed to the back. havit slipped towards it and went to the fridge where he had spotted it almost instantly due to the cup design being a design meant for only him. “tell junseo i said good luck!” he spoke quickly as he made his way to his hideout where he found doha keeping watch in his wolf form. yechan was also in his wolf form, rolling in the grass happily. in the corner was yoonwoo who was eating a steak with his hands, his tail wagging.

“ah hey havit! we managed to find a few blood packets and make a couple for you. we got the large packs. hopefully your human can find more.” yoonwoo said as he finished eating and cleaned his plate up. havit thanked the youngers and went to grab them to pack away, leaving them the gifts he had picked up along the way.

making his way back, havit glanced at the time and quickly franked down the last of the coffee he had from earlier. entering his room and shedding his clothes to put on a butt plug tail, sit on his knees, and start his stream, he mewled softly as fans flooded in and typed what they wanted to see him do. “a-ah~” he moaned at the cock ring he had on, it’s vibration going higher and higher until it reached its highest point.

“p-please let me cum, master.” havit moaned softly, the dings going off in donations as everyone egged the cute male on. after he heard the 14th ding, he moved the camera as he shook and rubbed against his pillow quickly, cumming instantly. he smiled softly at the camera after he came down from his high, moving onto his knees and wrapping his mouth around the dildo he had placed to do pov style cams. after sucking for a while and squishing the pump to release the ‘cum’ he had, he stuck his tongue out for everyone to see before swallowing.

“you want to see me get dicked down by someone?” havit read the comment and chuckled softly, raising a brow in amusement. “maybe. we’re gonna have to see.” continuing to read the comments, he became shy and laughed at a few of them. “i’m a straight male but seeing you has me questioning myself..please do when you watch me. that’s all i ask for.” he said with a cute grin. “i’ll see if i Can get people for my event next week. i hope you all stay tuned for it! yes, my only fans is still running and has special events and items and videos for anyone who wants to subscribe!” he said as he slowly ended the livestream, turning off the camera and cleaning up his mess. it was almost time for junseo to come back.

realizing he only had his lingerie and a pair of shorts he hadn’t worn since he was in high school, he didn’t have time to think as he heard the door start to open. sprinting into the taller’s room, he grabbed a random sweatshirt from him and slipped it on, now noticing he had the tail on still. too bad he liked it and really didn’t want to remove it, whether or not junseo noticed it. but deciding for the better, he removed the tail and put on his small pants that seemed to fit like spandex.

exiting his room as if he wasn’t panting from sprinting around, havit went into the kitchen and pulled out ingredients for spicy stir fry pork. “ah hey, i was going to cook for you.” junseo said as he placed down the paper bag that contained what havit liked. “it’s okay. i was going to go crazy if i didn’t eat anything anyways.” he said as he turned his back towards him to stir the veggies.

“how was class?” havit asked as junseo shook his head and sighed. “not once in my life have i ever wanted to not be considered a campus cutie for the millionth time. the campus queen kept hitting on me, i have to write a song and produce it for a project, more like an album, and try to dodge the girls every time i’m walking to class.” he whined as havit only laughed and seasoned the meat. that’s when junseo noticed just exactly how small havit looked in his sweatshirt. his favourite one at that. the one the centuries older male gave him as a gift for his birthday in apology due to him entering a feral phase from the first supermoon that had occurred of the season.

“well if it makes you feel any better, i’ll be at your school. i’m modeling for one of the art classes and my friend needs help with his class since they’re preparing for their look book projects. i said i could help choose their styles.” havit said as junseo widened his eyes. “no. that can’t happen. are you going to be okay?” junseo spoke quickly, havit only shrugging. “you’re there. if anything i can eat a lot now, and hide when i get a chance.” junseo sighed and nodded his head slowly as he helped plate the food and get the side dishes out. “question. is my room a mess? or did you already mark which one you wanted to take before i left?” junseo asked as havit glared at him.

it started. junseo teasing the elder. “come on, i understand that as you get older, you tend to go back to being a kid again in a way. or does that not apply to ageless vampires? my tiny little havit, i don’t want to have to be a mean papa and scold you for running about and playing by yourself.” junseo teased out as havit moved in a flash, his hand around junseo’s neck within seconds of teleporting. “i’ll make sure you struggle to move from all the blood loss.”

calming him down, junseo carried him to the table to sit as they started eating, havit drinking an extra four animal blood packs along with the meal to keep him full for tomorrow.

havit and junseo walked together, junseo’s arm veins showing from his stress and frustration at how havit insisted on taking the tiniest bottle of juice with him. “i-i’ll find you as soon as i’m in crisis. i promise. if not then..you can take away my animal packs. i’ll eat coagulated blood.” the angry junseo was incredibly sexy in havit’s opinion, ten times more than when he has messy hair and man spreads blankly. he can never seem to have an angry junseo often enough to get off to so when he gets the rare chance to see it, he’s shaking within seconds.

“fair deal. i’m going to class. i assume you know where the art class is.” junseo said as havit nodded and tapped his nose as their reassurance signal. visibly relaxing, junseo whispered a quiet “be careful” before speed walking to his class.

havit didn’t realize that the art students were extremely advanced and finished within 20 minutes of the 52 they were given. “next pose please.” havit posed once again, this time acting like he was shocked by something. once they finished all that they needed, he was free to leave and that’s exactly what he did. he left as he drank his small bottle of what was not blood but rather banana milk mixed with a bit of hennessy. finishing it off and throwing it out, he got lost as he wandered around as his friend had canceled today due to an unprecedented event that his wife’s water had broken.

spotting the large lake behind the building, he went down to it and squatted down as he spotted a tiny gathering of fish near him. he took out his crumble bread he had and broke it into tiny pieces as he fed the fish with an amused smile on his face. he had fun watching and playing with the fish, not really minding the attention he was receiving from the passing students. “hi cutie! you already ate majority of the food. little joe didn’t have any!” havit said as a baby trout came up to him. “but i understand. you need to grow so eating lots will help.” “it will also help if i don’t go into a jealous rage and try to lose my life while doing so.”

hiccuping and glancing up, junseo towered over the other as he had a stern look on his face. havit only let out the nervous chuckle. “a-are you on break?” he asked as junseo only nodded and helped him stand up. “wait a second. did you say jealous rage?” havit asked as junseo froze as he turned away. “i’ll buy you something from the cafeteria.” havit smiled to himself. so he wasn’t the only one who felt something. typical junseo.

arriving back at the house, havit disappeared into his room and immediately got to work on doing a quick stream whilst junseo took a shower and did a little bit of his work. trying to be as quiet as possible, havit shook as he jacked himself off and used the other hand to move the dildo he had in his hole. “oh fuck. that feels so good..” he whimpered out as he came and his cum landed on his stomach. smiling softly, he stuck his tongue out because of the flooding comments of wanting to see his face. he ended the live abruptly, leaving the fans hungry.

[edenfenixblogs]

Date: 9/30/24

Note: Well, @kitech, because you’ve displayed no critical thinking skills, I’m going to treat you as though you have none and spell out the implications for you.

Emmys are awards for people who do astounding work in the field of television (and now streaming). Some Emmys are given to journalists who do excellent reporting. Journalists are supposed to report truths and avoid personal scandal in order to maintain their own reliability.

Before we even get to the terrible choice of giving this individual person an award. Let’s look at the outlet first.

Her “documentary” was published through AJ+, the digital publisher of Al Jazeera. Al Jazeera is an unreliable source of media based both on its funders and on its own history of failed fact check.

Left center bias? Not a problem. All media is slightly biased. Humans make news. Some bias is tolerable. But failed fact checks? Misleading and extremely bias? Bias that favors a governmental interest is a problem in the best of circumstances. But QATAR?

The Qatar where Hamas keeps its headquarters in Doha?

(Source: The Times of Israel, which unlike Al Jazeera is NOT funded by the Israeli government and IS rated as a highly credible source with high factual reporting standards and also head a slight left leaning bias)

Qatar, which has sent $1.8 billion (€1.5 billion) to Hamas over the years?

(Source: Deutsche Welle, which is funded by the government of Germany, but maintains a clean fact check record and maintains a high standard for factual reporting and high credibility.)

Qatar, that sends $30 million to Hamas PER MONTH?

(Source: France24, which is funded through a mixture of ad revenue and government funding and has the rare distinction of being rated as “least biased” and being so reliable and credible that it is internationally recognized as an IFCN fact checking source as well)

That Qatar?? I somehow doubt that any news they report about their pet terrorist organization meets even basic journalistic standards, let alone the high standards typical of Emmy winners.

Al Jazeera’s own record bares this out as well. Their press experiences limited freedom in what they are able to report and they have a mixed record on factual reporting. And when they do get caught in a lie? They don’t correct it.

Not only is Al Jazeera notoriously untrustworthy on reporting about Israel, but they also have a history of controversial anti-Israel “documentaries” (Fine. Investigate what you want. That’s your right as a journalist) that ignite concerns about antisemitism. And if you don’t think Israel or the UK or America are reliable, Saudi Arabia and three other Arab Nations have demanded Al Jazeera to shut down.

Yeah. I think it’s lousy that the Emmys even nominated a piece from a literally incredible source about its most unreliable and biased topic.

I think it’s even worse WHO they chose to honor with one of television’s highest honors.

Even I can admit that Al Jazeera has access to more Palestinian voices than more news organizations. So, fine. Let’s set aside everything I just explained for the sake of argument. That still leaves Bisan.

Bisan who made two gofundmes to raise money for Palestine then kept it all $400k for herself? (Source: not ideal as she has deleted a lot of her own stuff but the Reddit thread has screengrabs of her own posts and gofundmes)

She’s a literal grifter and a thief. And she wants me dead.

Bisan who speaks at PLFP rallies? (Source: The Times of Israel) If you didn’t know, the PLFP is a terrorist organization with a long history of killing Jewish civilians, Israeli civilians, American civilians—even while they are praying in synagogue)

Of all the voices we could honor in Gaza! Even if we chose to honor one the many Palestinians who I’m sure absolutely oppose Israel and have experienced devastating loss due to the heavy bombing in Gaza! It’d be hard to pick a worse person to receive an Emmy than Bisan.

So yeah, I’ll stay pressed about it, thanks.

And even though I know you’re a living embodiment of the Sartre quote, don’t think I’m gonna disengage before I highlight your very own grotesque antisemitism.

Don’t think I didn’t notice your little 🪳 roach emoji. It’s so very original of you to find my blog and call me vermin. Don’t antisemites like you ever get tired of rehashing the same old Nazi propaganda? Because you are so boring.

And to any antisemites reading this who are still delusional enough to believe the antisemitic conspiracy that “Da Joos Run Hollywood and The Media”? I hope at least the fact that this nomination and award was strongly and visibly opposed by actual Jews who work in media during a time of unprecedented spikes in antisemitism in the post-war era will disabuse you of that notion. Especially when a single Jew makes a post about it in which she doesn’t even mention Palestine, Bisan, Hamas, PFLP, Qatar, GoFundMe, Terrorism, or any other identifying information STILL gets immediately found by antisemites who hurl Nazi-influenced dog whistles at them.

Disgusting. The lot of you.

I cannot believe a Jew-hating thief won a journalism Emmy. This is hell.

[tourismguideqatar]

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[4rartsandcrafts]

Discover the Beauty of Kashmir with Our Exclusive Travel Packages

Kashmir, known as Paradise on Earth, offers stunning landscapes and unforgettable experiences. With our exclusive travel packages from the Best Travel Agency in Doha, you can explore the region’s most iconic destinations, including Srinagar, Pahalgam, Gulmarg, and Sonmarg, each offering its own unique charm and beauty.

Experience Srinagar’s Tranquility Your adventure begins in Srinagar, famous for its serene lakes and traditional houseboats. A Shikara ride on Dal Lake will take you through scenic waterways, offering views of floating gardens and local life. Don’t miss the Mughal Gardens, bustling markets, and historic sites that make Srinagar a vibrant cultural hub.

Pahalgam: The Valley of Shepherds Next, visit Pahalgam, a peaceful haven surrounded by forests, meadows and the flowing Lidder River. Enjoy leisurely riverside walks or embark on trekking adventures through the stunning landscapes. Pahalgam is also the base for treks to remote areas, including the famous Amarnath Yatra.

Gulmarg: The Meadow of Flowers Gulmarg, known for its colorful meadows and snowy peaks, is a must-see. Whether you’re skiing in winter or strolling through summer meadows, Gulmarg’s beauty is breathtaking. For adventure seekers, the Gulmarg Gondola offers stunning views and access to high-altitude slopes.

Sonmarg: The Meadow of Gold Conclude your journey with a trip to Sonmarg, a paradise for outdoor enthusiasts. From horse riding and trekking to exploring glaciers, Sonmarg’s golden meadows and rushing rivers make it the perfect spot for adventure and relaxation.

Sample Itinerary

Day 01: Arrival in Srinagar

Arrive in Srinagar and transfer to your houseboat. In the evening, visit the Mughal Gardens and enjoy a Shikara ride on Dal Lake. Overnight in Srinagar.

Day 02: Srinagar to Pahalgam (90 km / 3.5 hours)

Drive to Pahalgam, where you can walk along the Lidder River and take in the natural beauty. Overnight stay in Pahalgam.

Day 03: Explore Pahalgam

Visit Aru Valley, Chandanwari, and Betaab Valley. Enjoy scenic views and snow activities. Return to your hotel for an overnight stay.

Day 04: Pahalgam to Gulmarg (130 km / 4 hours)

Travel to Gulmarg, where you can enjoy leisure walks in the meadows. Overnight in Gulmarg.

Day 05: Sightseeing in Gulmarg and Return to Srinagar (58 km / 3 hours)

Take a Gondola ride in Gulmarg before heading back to Srinagar for dinner and overnight stay.

Day 06: Excursion to Sonmarg (55 km / 2.5 hours one way)

Spend a day exploring Sonmarg, with opportunities for trekking and other outdoor activities. Return to Srinagar for an overnight stay.

Day 07: Departure from Srinagar

Transfer to Srinagar airport for your return flight. End of journey.

With our exclusive travel packages, brought to you by the Best Tour and Travel Experts In Qatar, you’ll discover the true beauty of Kashmir, a region that offers both adventure and tranquility. Book today for an unforgettable journey through one of the most stunning places on Earth!

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