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From the Freedom Flotilla, April 27 2024:

On Thursday afternoon, the Freedom Flotilla Coalition was contacted by the Guinea Bissau International Ships Registry (GBISR), requesting an inspection of our lead ship – Akdenez. This was a highly unusual request as our ship had already passed all required inspections; nevertheless, we agreed. The inspector arrived on Thursday evening. On Friday afternoon, before the inspection was completed, the GBISR, in a blatantly political move, informed the Freedom Flotilla Coalition that it had withdrawn the Guinea Bissau flag from two of the Freedom Flotilla’s ships, one of which is our cargo ship, already loaded with over 5000 tons of life-saving aid for the Palestinians of Gaza. In its communication informing us of this cancelation, the GBISR made specific reference to our planned mission to Gaza. It also made several extraordinary requests for information, including confirmation of the ships’ destination, any potential additional port calls, and the discharge port for humanitarian aid and estimated arrival dates and times. It further demanded a formal letter explicitly approving the transportation of humanitarian aid and a complete manifest of the cargo. Again, this is a highly unusual move from a flagging authority. Normally, national flagging authorities concern themselves only with safety and related standards on vessels bearing their flag, and are not concerned with the destination, route, cargo manifests or the nature of a specific voyage. Just like when you register your car, the authorities don’t require you to detail to them every place you are going to go with the car. Sadly, Guinea-Bissau has allowed itself to become complicit in Israel’s deliberate starvation, illegal siege and genocide of Palestinians in Gaza. Israel is showing the world the extent to which it will go to deny Palestinians the aid they need to stay alive, in direct contravention of International Humanitarian Law, UN Security Council resolutions, and two orders of the International Court of Justice. [...] without a flag, we cannot sail. But, this is not the end. Israel cannot and will not crush our resolve to break its illegal siege and reach the people of Gaza. The people of Gaza and all of Palestine remain steadfast under the most horrific, unimaginable conditions. We take strength from their incredible, inexplicable ability to maintain their humanity, dignity and hope when the world has given them no reason to do so. It is our responsibility to keep that hope alive. WE WILL SAIL.

The Freedom Flotilla, which was set to depart from Turkey on the 27th of April with 5000 tons of life-saving aid, has now been delayed because Israel and the United States has pressured Guinea Bissau to withdraw its flag from the Flotilla's lead ship.

Seeing as how their tactics worked on Guinea Bissau, organizers now fear that Israel and the US will exert the same pressure on whichever country the Freedom Flotilla attempt to register their ship under next.

To help the Freedom Flotilla reach Gaza, please keep an eye out for further updates from the organizers. Right now, as of April 27th, they're asking people to help boost their visibility, and to donate to their member campaigns.

For more info, see their webpage.

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steve got a little kitty cold and it's horrible to sit here and watch and not be able to do much for him. his breathing is rough and having to give him his FIP treatment on top of him being sick is killing us.

im so fucking worried all the time im tired of having this bottomless pit of despair and anxiety in my stomach 24/7. this is so unfair to him, he is so so brave and resilient with his FIP and now he has an URI on top of that? this is just cruel

sometimes i feel like im a cruel person for trying to make him feel better with medicine instead of euthanizing him. he's not in pain or serious distress and the medication has a good success rate, but i've had four people in my life now tell me we should put him down and it's maddening. i feel like no one cares for his life because we've only had him a little over one month. my poor baby deserves to feel better

even if you can't donate, please share my pinned post with the gofundme for steve's medical expenses. he's worth the fight and the patience, i just hope he hangs on a little longer

#helena speaks #i know this is supposed to be a fandom blog but i need help #mutual aid #FIP

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I'm currently so bogged down with end of year college assignments and it's distracting me from the really important things in life (Eddie) (and also ur blog). I'll love you forever if you could please write something sweet and domestic (maybe smutty who knows) about reader coming home to babyboy after a long day of being busy and just catching up🥺💕

foreword: wrote this with linecook!Eddie in mind hope that’s ok! some fluff and comfort for ur dash <3

wc: 1.2k

cw: fluff, food eating, soft Eddie who’s also kinda… soft!dom in this, gn!reader (pet names used)

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The long work day has finally caught up with you, hitting like a freight train just as you drag your weary self through Eddie’s door. Every limb feels heavy as you clumsily pull your arms from your coat sleeves, fingers blundering through the motions of unlacing your work boots.

“Eddie?” Even your voice sounds tired. There’s no sign of your boy in the living room or kitchen; you push open his bedroom door, only to still in the doorframe.

Eddie’s stretched out facedown on his bed, cheeks rosy with sleep and half-squished against the patchwork quilt. His hair is a riotous sprawl down the thin white tank top of his back, dark strands curling in on themselves with the rise and fall of his deep, slumbering breaths.

You tiptoe around the pile of his work clothes on the carpet- he must have just beat you home- and fondly stroke a hand down the slope of his back. He twitches in his sleep, hand tucked under his chest mindlessly seeking your affection.

You give in, for the time being. Strip down to your own underclothes, slot the length of your body next to his, let your bare legs tangle together while you nuzzle at the top of his head.

Eddie smells smoky and warm, like the cigarettes from his smoke breaks; he was on grill today, you think, maple pancakes and the heavy fattiness of bacon faint under the Irish Spring and cologne he’d dotted onto his neck this morning.

You don’t mean to fall asleep, but the next thing you know, Eddie’s lips are pulling you from a dream, hazy with love. He kisses your cheek, the arch of your brow, strokes a ring-cooled knuckle down the column of your neck before kissing there, too.

“What d’ya want for dinner, angel?”

His voice is thick with sleep. Your lashes flutter in response.

“Mmm. A nap.”

Eddie chuckles, leans forward to mouth at the top of your shoulder. “How about pasta?”

You hum lightly in affirmation, sliding an elbow into the mattress to start getting up- but Eddie squeezes the meat of your arm, stilling your movements.

“Where you goin’?”

Through bleary eyes, you find the dark chocolate of Eddie’s, which are trained on your face with sparkling amusement.

“Uh. Was gonna help you? I’m not the only one who worked a long shift today-”

“Absolutely not.” His hair ripples over both shoulders as he shakes his head. “You think I’m lettin’ you be sous-chef after starting a fire in my damn kitchen? Forget about it.”

You scoff, defiant, pushing up into your arm to glare- “It was a paper towel that briefly caught alight. Don’t be dramatic.”

“Fat chance.” Eddie puts one big hand over the entirety of your face, pushing until you give, maneuvering your head back to the pillow. “I’m making pasta and you’re gonna lie here all pretty ‘til it’s done. Capiche?”

In answer, you pout, but close your eyes obediently- from experience, you know it’s pointless to argue.

He presses a final kiss to your temple, taking the warmth of his hands with him as he heads to the kitchen.

You doze for the next few minutes, sleep flirting at the edges of your mind, the clanking and bustling noises from down the hall a familiar backdrop that nearly lulls you back to dreamland.

“Soup’s on.” Eddie pads back into the room, light from the hallway cutting a bright path against the floor. His palm cups the side of your cheek, then slips down to pat at your hip. “C’mon. Up.”

He’s irritatingly pushy tonight- but then, he’s always in a mood until you’ve eaten something. That protective nature overrides Eddie’s deep desire to snuggle back up to you on the bed; he slides a hand around your wrist, coaxing gentle but firm until you’re on your feet.

A steady palm at your lower back guides you down the hall, to the dining chair. Buttery smells hang in the air, tantalizing as Eddie places two bowls on the table. There’s a steaming whorl of linguini in both, oily noodles flecked with pesto, roasted veggies gleaming in a colorful arc around one side.

You watch as Eddie quietly slides a fork across the scratched wood surface, settling into his own chair, leaning back with one eyebrow raised.

Out of habit, you pick up the fork to twirl around some pasta, stabbing a piece of broccoli on the end for good measure before taking a bite. The flavors flood in, rich and smooth, a low ‘mmm’ of approval- not solely for Eddie’s benefit. He’s a goddamn fantastic cook.

Satisfied with your reaction, Eddie digs in, too. A pleasant, quiet few minutes pass as you both eat. The last bits of light from the window above the sink dim, the sun giving way to dusk. From the distant forest, a mourning dove coos, and a Joni Mitchell song from a neighbor’s porch radio answers in fragments.

There’s soft lamplight from the adjoining living room, casting Eddie’s face in ochre glow as he scoots both your empty bowls to the side. He rises, then tsks at you when you reach for the dishes- “Don’t even think about it-” before pulling you with him towards the couch.

Stomach full and satiated, you allow yourself to be maneuvered by his hands once again- this time he settles on a couch cushion, tossing a pillow between his planted feet on the ground for you to sit.

“Hardly seems fair,” you argue, weakly, although you’re already sat, his thumbs pressing at the nape of your neck. “You already made dinner and now you’re… you…”

Your resolve gives out in a single move as Eddie starts massaging the tight muscles near your spine, snaking his fingers up with practiced pressure.

“Wha-at,” he complains back in equal measure, faux-pity more on the mocking side when he follows the line of muscle up into your scalp, working underneath your hair now with a scalp scratch that feels so good it should be illegal- “Can’t just let me take care of you? S’wrong with that?”

If you opened your mouth surely nothing but a moan or equally telling, garbled speech would escape, so you shut it. Let your neck loll and go lax into Eddie’s touch, sink deeper into the V of his legs.

He murmurs some praise in response, words that you’re too far gone to hear, but it’s accompanied by a quick brush of his lips to the crown of your head before his fingers soothe further up.

The Joni song ends, fades into the steady rhythm of Eddie working out all the tension from your muscles with loving hands, the promise of a comforting evening like a warm blanket around you both.

#the things i would do to this boy #10/10 #fic rec #god i could use some eddie support and kisses right now

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Steve's Medical Funds

Hey besties, I know we're all poor here but it's worth a shot. My newly rescued cat has fallen ill very fast with an illness that was once a death sentence, and treatment is expensive. I just lost my cat Eddie in January, and I can't give up on Steve if he has a chance on surviving this nightmare diagnosis.

If you can spare even a single dollar or share this GFM, it would be so so helpful. We've already maxed out two cards to pay for the ER bills and the necessary treatment is pricey and not covered by any insurance or wellness plan.

Stevie and I say thank you for any support y'all show <3

#morning reblog #help my baby!

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Steve's Medical Funds

Hey besties, I know we're all poor here but it's worth a shot. My newly rescued cat has fallen ill very fast with an illness that was once a death sentence, and treatment is expensive. I just lost my cat Eddie in January, and I can't give up on Steve if he has a chance on surviving this nightmare diagnosis.

If you can spare even a single dollar or share this GFM, it would be so so helpful. We've already maxed out two cards to pay for the ER bills and the necessary treatment is pricey and not covered by any insurance or wellness plan.

Stevie and I say thank you for any support y'all show <3

#morning reblog #any little bit helps

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i’m horrible at giving steve his injections he’s going to hate me by the end of his treatment :’-(

#helena speaks #i hate u FIP

[eddiemunsn]

Steve's Medical Funds

Hey besties, I know we're all poor here but it's worth a shot. My newly rescued cat has fallen ill very fast with an illness that was once a death sentence, and treatment is expensive. I just lost my cat Eddie in January, and I can't give up on Steve if he has a chance on surviving this nightmare diagnosis.

If you can spare even a single dollar or share this GFM, it would be so so helpful. We've already maxed out two cards to pay for the ER bills and the necessary treatment is pricey and not covered by any insurance or wellness plan.

Stevie and I say thank you for any support y'all show <3

[eddiemunsn]

Steve's Medical Funds

Hey besties, I know we're all poor here but it's worth a shot. My newly rescued cat has fallen ill very fast with an illness that was once a death sentence, and treatment is expensive. I just lost my cat Eddie in January, and I can't give up on Steve if he has a chance on surviving this nightmare diagnosis.

If you can spare even a single dollar or share this GFM, it would be so so helpful. We've already maxed out two cards to pay for the ER bills and the necessary treatment is pricey and not covered by any insurance or wellness plan.

Stevie and I say thank you for any support y'all show <3

#helena speaks #gofundme #mutual aid #rescue cat #he has FIP btw #treatment is black market so i can’t be explicit about what it is

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stevie has FIP :’-( we picked him up from the ER today and started the black market non-FDA approved medication that can “cure” the virus. we met some guy in his house with 10 cats who sold us supplies and gave him his first shot at the hospital ourselves since it’s illegal for vets to even handle the medicine and aren’t allowed to recommend it to patients. we’re so lucky the vets we saw actually care and told us anyways, otherwise we’d’ve be told it’s a death sentence and to euthanize him ASAP

eddie didn’t have a chance at getting better, it all happened so fast and there was no time left…but steve DOES have a chance. it’s expensive, we rescued him only a month ago, and we’ve maxed out two cards already, but it would be unfair to give up on him and not at least TRY to save his life.

he’s got little boots and a shaved belly, some gunk in his fur from his feeding tube and medication, but he’s home and hopefully will be feeling better soon.

we have so many vet appointments and huge bills to pay in these next 6 months, i wish i had some sort of talent so i could take commissions and get some money to help lessen the blow to our wallet but alas i am a clown who sits at home 😪

#i know nobody cares or asked but here’s an update anyways #helena speaks #i have a headache that has not left since thursday and i’m nauseous as fuck #i’m not holding up well

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*kicking down the door to your inbox*

Stripper Cowboy Eddie!

okay I’m not sure if you wanted canon eddie who dresses up like a cowboy, or cowboy!eddie but I’m choosing to place my cowboy!Eddie thoughts below

+18 mdni no actual smut but still, shoo

he definitely listens to Dolly Parton. humming alongside the tinny stereo over the kitchen sink as he washes dinner dishes. floral tea towel slung over a shoulder.

you come up behind him, slipping your arms around his broad chest, feeling it stutter under your palms.

he starts singin’ under his breath. in that gravelly pitch.

he keeps humming, turning around to envelop you in his arms, smile crooked. stubble from yesterday at his jaw as he nips under yours.

“gonna strip for me?” you tease, breathless from the hickey he’s sucking into your neck.

Eddie pulls back to appraise his handiwork. slides a big calloused thumb across the mark. then he drops his hands to your hips, pushing you backwards until you get the memo and hop up onto the counter, giggling as he steps into the cradle of your legs.

“strip for you any day, baby. don’t gotta ask.”

he times his row of shirt buttons, undoing each one to the beat, a near-bashful glint in his eye as your giggle turns into peals of laughter. you kind of think Jolene might be the new sexiest song.

you help by pushing his shirt all the way off, revealing shoulders dusted with freckles, a myriad of black ink beneath his skin.

he pulls you into him, an arm at your lower back, other reaching up to pin your chin between thumb and pointer. “your turn to strip, doll.”

#clawing at the walls of my enclosure #fic rec

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There's this weird tendency among fandom types where they'll take a character, and insist that they are fans of them, before changing their design, age, pronouns, backstory, blood type, species, hometown, favorite color, zodiac sign, medical history, and every other facet of their being.

They will then violently insist that this version is superior to the canon one and act like they "fixed" them and it's like. Buddy that's not the same character anymore. That's just your own oc commiting identity fraud. Like. I get the desire to experiment with different interpretations of a story. But first of all it's okay to just make an original character if that's what you really want to do. And second of all, are you even really a fan of the character you "fixed" if they're a completely different person afterwards?

Like. Idk dude for somebody who claims to be a fan you sure don't seem to like them as they are :/

#leave eddie alone at this point stop using him as a place holder for ur weird fantasy about some asshole

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the usa is leaving me to die slowly and painfully because i am poor please god rb this dont just like and scroll

i'm on a medication that is barely helping and i'm still having seizures almost every other day. finally had a grand mal the other day and i'm still hurting from it.

i don't have health insurance but i have to see a neurologist otherwise my condition is going to continue to deteriorate until it kills me if nothing is done

please. please it's alot but if 500 people send 10 bucks that meets our goal. anything at all helps. im begging for my life here it has to happen. i'm scared of going to sleep & i can barely do anything anymore even if i want to this is a fucking shitty way to go im only 24

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my cat might have cancer

the little guy i rescued only a month ago who was abandoned by his owners who probably knew he had cancer and dumped him for that reason AND didn’t tell the shelter. i swear im not to be happy. i must’ve been the worst in my past life.

#$7k to hospitalize him and do testing #i’m fucking poor already #helena speaks

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turning his head to the side and making out w him while i sit behind him and jerk him off 😵‍💫😮‍💨😮‍💨

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Do you want to know how to help the people of the DRC? Go donate money to focuscongo.com, that's one possibility.

You can also donate physical objects in high demand right now, if you have the $ to pay for international shipping prices, and send to this address [10 Avenue Des Messagers, Quartier Les Volcans, Commune de Goma, Ville de Goma, Province du Nord-Kivu, République Démocratique du Congo]. They need just about everything you use in a day to get by.

Clothing, socks, jackets, coats, (All sizes from infants to adults), purses, tote bags, backpacks.

Blankets, pillows & cases, bed sheets

Shoes, (All sizes!)

Cutlery, pots & pans, plates, cups, mugs (preferably plastic for the cups & plates so they don't break during shipment)

Over the counter medication & med supplies: ibuprofen (Advil), hydrogen peroxide, pain killers, bandages, bandaids, hand sanitizer, acetaminophen (Tylenol), cotton balls, gauze, deworming medication, compression wraps, saline solution, topical pain relief (Icy Hot), hydro-cortisone, detail, anti-funga treatment, surgical tape.

Baby formula, vitamins, water purification tablets, lifestraws, hair care / skin care products, pads & tampons, soap, toothbrushes, toothpaste, wet wipes, baby wipes, diapers.

However! If you are in the U.S., you can send (shoes only) your packages to this address in the U.S. [Exile International, Entrance F. 3534 West End Ave. Nashville, TN 37205, United States] which will ship them to the previously listed address, so it's less cost for you!

And finally, you can also go volunteer with Focus Congo! Fill out the application here, and email them at [email protected], make sure to attach your resumé / CV, so they assign you to work that best suits your capabilities. Foreverjuicebae / juicebaeinthewild is one such volunteer and she posts regularly about the conditions of Congolese people in the DRC.

Please reblog! Likes don't help, reblogs spread the word.

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I should note, I hate the soulmates "we would fall in love in every universe" trope for the aforementioned "where's the tension and interest and really anything worthwhile" reasons. However, "we would find each other in every universe" fucking rips. We would interact meaningfully in every universe but sometimes we are lovers and sometimes we are friends and sometimes we are bitter enemies and sometimes we'd simply both be in the same HOA.