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You are a shapeshifter who has secretly taken on many fake villain personas across the world. Your goal is to fight each hero you meet with a persona that embodies said hero’s worst traits, forcing them to change for the better in order to defeat you.

Israel has deployed auto-firing quadcopters that emit the sounds of crying babies.

https://xtwitter.com/jam_etc_art/status/1780038184828608975

There is no possible reality where this is in any way capable of being passed off as self-defense. It was never self-defense. It is, and always has been, a genocide.

Crying babies. Crying babies. This is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, meant to draw out and kill civilians while also making it far more difficult to locate and aid children who are trapped or alone.

If you have money to spare, please consider donating to some of the fundraisers on Operation Olive Branch to help people escape this genocide.

End the occupation. Free Palestine.

I liked this prematurely because I wanted to investigate for myself but yeah, it's true. Here's two news outlets reporting on the matter: https://www.middleeasteye.net/news/disturbing-recordings-crying-infants-played-israeli-quadcopters-lure-gaza-residents-shooting https://euromedmonitor.org/en/article/6271 Normally I try to find a recurring pattern for stuff like this however I think this information is too fresh for there to be a considerable precedent yet.

One thing that I didn’t see mentioned was that the resistance in Gaza were using the recordings of children laughing to draw in the IDF for an ambush.

And really, I think this really does encapsulate how awful Israel actually is. One side uses the recordings of crying children to prey on basic human kindness and compassion.

The other side uses recordings of children playing and laughing because they know their target is explicitly targeting kids.

If I wrote this, it’d be considered cartoonishly ridiculous.

A begrudging Happy Valentine's to you all! Stay safe out there, my fellow aromantics ...

if i'm being absolutely completely totally honest i think that "it wasn't you" doesn't go far enough in absolving someone of the guilt of being the subject of a brainwashing or mind control plot. because at the end of the day, it was you. it was your body, your mind, potentially even your soul, being stripped of its autonomy, intimately violated and turned against you as much as anyone else. it's a kind of assault, and should be treated as such, especially in more mature narratives. i think that "it wasn't your fault" and "your shame at being made helpless and unable to control your own body and mind's involuntary responses is understandable, but you are not in any way irredeemable or unforgivable because of what was done to you" are also necessary reassurances. and i think that there should be lingering resentment in spite of words of forgiveness and miscommunication and long-term post-traumatic consequences also.

why didn't anyone tell me it was lesbian visibility week

dad beat dad reprise but it's 4 and a half minutes of alastor and lucifer beating up their fathers

It seemed as though the house was still falling. Bits and pieces of rubble still were; shingles clattered to the ground, and dust filled the air, so that Pepa could barely see.

The house had fallen with such a terrible noise that as it faded away the silence itself was tremendous; she felt deaf. Julieta's voice, calling for Mirabel, seemed inordinately loud.

Calling for Mirabel. Calling for her daughter.

The sky was bright blue as Pepa whirled around in panic, frantically trying to ensure she saw all of her family members, that every one of them was safe and whole.

Félix, still carrying Antonio in a bear hug, showing no intention of putting him down anytime soon.

Mamá, leaning on Luisa, staring at the ruins of Casita, looking older than Pepa had ever seen her.

Camilo, fidgeting and twitching uncomfortably, beside Dolores, who was tapping her ears and looking around nearly as worriedly as Pepa herself.

Agustín comforting Isabela, who looked shattered.

All alive. All unharmed. Gracias a Dios. All eleven of them, safe and sound-

Eleven. She winced away from the thought, even now-

A glimpse of movement, something moving near the edge of the rubble, cautiously slipping from rock to rock-

Mirabel? 

But Julieta had stopped calling, so surely she must have found her daughter-

The figure was too tall, too lanky, and was clad in green.

Her heart seemed to stop. She knew that shade of green. She knew that ruana. She knew that man's movements as he stumbled, and then ran, towards the trees. He was as familiar to her as Julieta was; she knew him as well as she knew herself. She'd know him anywhere.

The sun shone bright and hot above her as she ran in his direction as fast as she could, shouting, "Julieta! Come quick! Julieta!" He was here, he was back, they had to go to him, he'd come back just in time-

But by the time Pepa reached the spot where she'd seen him, he was gone.

Bruno: Uno!

-a few turns later-

Julieta: Sorry hermano, skip!

Bruno: I spent ten years in the walls to protect your daughter.

Julieta: -slowly plays a different card-

Pepa: This is really what you're wasting that on?

Bruno: Uno is very serious business, Pepa.

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Those two must love Dad Jokes

“I’m a SHARK-” said Alastor the deer demon, “because it’s a good metaphor!’

(NO I will not do a part 2!💕)