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Hundreds of Jewish anti-war demonstrators have been arrested during a Passover seder that doubled as a protest in New York, as they shut down a major thoroughfare to pray for a ceasefire and urge the Senate majority leader, Chuck Schumer, to end US military aid to Israel.

The 300 or so arrests took place on Tuesday night at Grand Army Plaza, on the doorstep of Schumer’s Brooklyn residence, where thousands of mostly Jewish New Yorkers gathered for the seder, a ritual that marked the second night of the holiday celebrated as a festival of freedom by Jews worldwide.

The seder came just before the US Senate resoundingly passed a military package that includes $26bn for Israel.

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i love how in leverage nate ford doesn't get monologued to by villains. he gives a monologue, with genuine pleasure and complete unconcern for what's going to happen to him. you sort of get the sense that if he could whip out a powerpoint and a long stick to point with, he would. along with graphs and charts that he made hardison make.

“Welcome to my Ted Talk about how I just ruined you, body mind and soul. Hardison, run it.”

"Hands of Barnard and Columbia students in the Gaza Solidarity Encampment. Surrounded by more students holding hands to create a protective perimeter. All unflinchingly staring down imminent threats of suspension and arrest"

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PERSON OF INTEREST 1.05 “Judgement”

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"You moved the bed," Harold observes, hanging his coat by the door. He'd insisted that John get a coat rack, had it delivered himself. John doesn't use it, but he likes to indulge Harold sometimes, when he can.

John shrugs a shoulder. "It's better this way."

Harold raises an eyebrow at him as John meanders to the kitchen, pulling out a pan. He's hungry, and there's food in the fridge, enough for the two of them.

"Can I inquire as to why?"

"It's safer," John says, offering no explanation. Harold is still looking at him, John can tell, but it's easy to avoid eye contact. The real explanation is far more damning than John cares to admit, even to Harold himself.

"It's safer..." Harold says, trailing off. "Turned around? With the headboard facing out?"

John sighs as he turns on the stove, waiting for it to click and ignite. "Yes."

"Let me get this straight, Mr. Reese-"

"-John," he interrupts. "We're at my place, Harold. John." It's a new rule, but one John feels strongly about. Their...relationship evolving hadn't exactly taken him by surprise, but there have been some changes that John has insisted on. It's small, but he doesn't like when Harold calls him anything else in his apartment, that Harold bought for him. They aren't Mr. Reese and Mr. Finch here, they're...John and Harold. It's sentimental, the kind of thing Kara would have eviscerated him for, but Harold isn't Kara, and John allows himself these things, now.

"John," Harold repeats. "You turned the bed around."

"I'm aware, Harold."

"May I ask why you believe it to be safer?"

John sighs mentally before deciding that this is a battle that isn't worth spending too much time on. If they're going to continue like this, working and eating together and coming home together, this isn't worth being secretive about.

"You sleep on the left side of the bed." John eventually says, pushing the leftover food around in the pan, warming it up. He turns around just in time to see Harold's look of confusion, his eyebrows scrunching together. Privately, in the security of his own head, John finds it sort of endearing. When that look fails to clear, John sighs out loud this time and turns the stove to low, walking over to Harold.

It still takes a bit of courage to reach out and place his hand over Harold's, a tentative touch. It's been a couple weeks and he still can't faintly believe that he's allowed this, this simple, unrestrained pleasure.

"If someone came in the door, you'd be vulnerable on the left side. I didn't want to ask you to move, so I...moved the bed."

The slow smile that takes over Harold's face is a joy to watch, the way his eyes brighten, crinkling around the corners. "You turned your bed around so I wouldn't have to change which side I sleep on?"

John shrugs in response. "Essentially."

Harold's smile continues to grow, until he's beaming. "John, have I ever told you how you are one of the most fascinating people I've ever met?"

John allows himself to smile, to grin back at Harold, so filled up with brightness it feels like he could float. "I don't think you have."

"A grievous mistake on my part," Harold says, sliding a hand up to take hold of John's suit lapel. He pulls John towards him, slow, asking. It's been so long since John's done this, flirted, been flirted with, with genuine sincerity and affection.

"Should we test it out then?" John asks, raising an eyebrow as Harold presses a kiss to his stubble, his neck.

Harold hums against his skin in question.

"Your side of the bed. To make sure it's safe."

Harold laughs, resting his head against John's shoulder. It's a great sound, echoing slightly in the large space. "Gladly, John."

The food burns, but only a little, and they're both hungry enough that it doesn't really matter. They eat it in bed, facing the wall, and they both have small, private smiles on their faces as they turn to watch the city they protect go on beside them.

it's genuinely fucked up that it is canon that finch not only dresses reese but actively enjoys and thinks about it and gets his outfits fitted for him. like. insane behavior fellas

what are you measuring and dressing him for, huh? to watch your hot colleague who saves your life regularly walk around in an expensive well fitting suit, huh? to know how to take it off? sounds kinda gay

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