I continue reading news about how the Isnotreal government keeps pushing the agenda of forced displacement of Gazans, of assassinations, of mass field executions and whatnot, all the while the US is trying so incredibly hard to distance themselves from all that. And honestly, I really, really hope the US falls into despair, as much as I feel bad for its citizens, this cannot continue.
Today marks the day, my loved ones were forced to evacuate due to the incursion in Deir Al-Balah. I may not hear from them any time soon, which is frankly speaking devastating. Thus, I am and will continue to hold accountable the US government, who has been explicitly complicit in the ongoing genocide and really most of the genocides around the world. I wish them all the fucking worst, hope they will never have a restful night in their lives.
May your complicity haunt you while your world burns.
Locust Ridge (across the valley from the ridge we hiked) is dotted with 64 wind turbines, a cool sight. Seemingly small from a distance, they're close to 400 ft. to the tip of the tallest blade.
for @sterekdrabbles 03.01.24 challenge. the prompt words were: SPIRIT, LAKE and NICE. Derek POV. the title is a song by cream.
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Stiles hung back, like he’d no better way to spend his Saturday than at Derek's loft on the sunniest morning of the year so far.
“Wanna go somewhere, Sourwolf?”
Derek blinked.
Stiles grinned.
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“Yes, you know the preserve like the back of your paw... but I just thought we could hang by the lake? It's soooo nice today and we—OHMYGODGALAXYBRAINIDEA! Let's skinny dip!”
Derek's insides burned, yet he managed to frown.
But when Stiles started stripping... so did Derek?
“That's the spirit,” Stiles licked dry lips as Derek peeled off his Levi’s.