#free honduras

[via-rant]

FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸

FREE CONGO 🇨🇩

FREE SUDAN 🇸🇩

FREE PUERTO RICO 🇵🇷

FREE HONDURAS 🇭🇳

FREE HAWAII 💚❤💛

GIVE AMERICA BACK!!!

GIVE PALESTINE BACK!!!

I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT THIS EVER AGAIN!!! IT'S ALL HAPPENING NOW, SPEAK UP!!! SAY SOMETHING!!!!

#free palestine #free congo #free sudan #free honduras #free hawaii #free puerto rico #give america back #black lives matter #blm #genocide #silent genocide

[thecosmicpunk]

FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸

FREE CONGO 🇨🇩

FREE SUDAN 🇸🇩

FREE HAWAI'I 💚❤💛/❤🤍💙

FREE HAITI 🇭🇹

FREE YEMEN 🇾🇪

FREE AFGHANISTAN 🇦🇫

FREE ARMENIA 🇦🇲

FREE PUERTO RICO 🇵🇷

FREE HONDURAS 🇭🇳

FREE CUBA 🇨🇺

FREE UKRAINE 🇺🇦

FREE KASHMIR 💚💛🤍

FREE SYRIA 🇸🇾

FREE LIBYA 🇱🇾

FREE SOMALIA 🇸🇴

FREE EGYPT 🇪🇬

GIVE CANADA'S LANDBACK!

GIVE TURTLE ISLAND'S LANDBACK!

GIVE AUSTRALIA'S LANDBACK!

Please add onto this, so many places in the world are not free I don't think I could fit them all in one post. Make people aware of what's going on.

(all of these are countries I've seen other people say aren't free, I did a bit a research into each one, please look more into them yourself, and if there is any reason one of these shouldn't be on here let me know and I'll look into it.)

Free The World! 🌍

#free palestine #palestine #gaza #ceasefire now #punk #solarpunk #free congo #free sudan #free yemen #free hawaii #free puerto rico #free cuba #free honduras #free ukraine #free libya #free syria #free kashmir #free egypt #free somalia #free haiti #free afghanistan #free armenia #landback #turtle island #give canada back #give america back #remember the martyrs and fight for the living

[sayruq]

Honduras has recalled its ambassador to Israel due to the war crimes and genocide it has committed

#palestine #free palestine #free gaza #gaza #honduras

[notyourtoday]

#latin america #mexico #argentina #cuba #venezuela #nicaragua #brazil #bolivia #chile #colombia #honduras #peru #latin america standing with palestine #we are all palestine #we are all palestinian #we are not numbers #🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸 #filistin 🇵🇸 #free palestine 🇵🇸 #i stand with palestine 🇵🇸 #from the river to the sea 🇵🇸 #فلسطين 🇵🇸 #🇵🇸 #palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #journalist #save palestine

[zvaigzdelasas]

Probably a pretty good sign about Arévalo that heritage foundation doesn't like him lmao

The results also do not bode well for America, as the current government has been pro-U.S. and a staunch American foreign policy ally, and the election of a leftist government could dramatically change all that.[...]

Arévalo hails from a new political party, Semilla. Local conservatives fear “he will make common cause with global progressives on abortion, gender identity, and a pro-LGBTQ+ platform.” Last year, Semilla unsuccessfully introduced a bill in parliament “for persons who menstruate,” a reference to “transgender” men’s rights [...]

The impact of Guatemala’s election on American national security could be severe. The current conservative government has been a staunch U.S. foreign policy ally, recognizing Taiwan over Communist China, openly backing Ukraine over Russia, and being solidly pro-Israel and pro-U.S. Other Latin American states have joined China’s Belt and Road Initiative of receiving massive loans and infrastructure investments in return for loyalty to Beijing. Recently, current Guatemalan President Alejandro Giammattei pledged “absolute support” for Taiwan after neighboring Honduras switched sides and recognized Beijing over Taipei.[...]

[Arévalo] has made it clear that he wants to establish closer relations with China since he believes that it is essential for Guatemala’s economic growth. Palmieri said that Guatemala’s conservative values are aligned with conservative American principles: “Guatemala is one of the U.S.’s last partners in the region that still holds conservative values such as support for a free-market economy, recognizing the hemispheric threat Communist China represents, and fidelity to the idea that the family structure is central to our lives.”

[tropic-havens]

One of the many red macaws that roam free at the archeological site of the Copán Ruins, Copán, Honduras

#honduras #tropical #animals #birds #parrots #macaw

[peacocksandquetzals]

The Quetzal: The Sacred Bird of Mesoamerica (and also a Symbol of Freedom)

The quetzal is a bird native to southern Mexico, Guatemala, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica and Panama. One particular subspecies of quetzal is known as the resplendent quetzal (Pharomacrus mocinno). It is larger than other subspecies of quetzals and is only found in the highly-elevated rainforests of Central America, known as cloud forests or montane rainforests. Moss covers the trunks of many of the trees in the cloud forests. There are many fruit-bearing trees that produce wild avocados, a staple of the quetzal’s diet.

Quetzals have iridescent bluish-green feathers on most of their body and red breast feathers. The shiny, green feathers help quetzals blend in with the leaves of trees in the rainforest. The species exhibits a striking example of sexual dimorphism, which is a difference between the appearance of males and females in a species. Female quetzals have grey breast feathers and short tail feathers. Their colours are less vibrant. They also do not have a crest, or a crown of feathers, on their heads like males do. Finally, male quetzals have bright, yellow beaks while females have black ones. Quetzals are most famous for the long, streamer-like tail feathers of the male quetzals. These can grow to be a metre long, more than twice the length of the bird’s body.

These beautiful tail feathers have long captured the artistic imagination of the cultures of Mesoamerica, who collected them to make headdresses for their rulers. Quetzals were revered as sacred. They appeared in the art and mythology of the Mayans and Aztecs. They became an important cultural symbol for all the people of Mesoamerica, both past and present.

To Mesoamerican cultures, the quetzal is associated with gods and rulers. Its feathers are valued more than gold. But the most important thing the quetzal represents is freedom and the continuity of Mesoamerican cultures. The bird dies in captivity. The Mayans and Aztecs knew this and never attempted to domesticate the bird, believing that it would rather attempt to kill itself than live confined. Modern zoologists have attempted to keep quetzals in captivity to breed them. Though it may be able to survive for a while and even reproduce, the quetzal shows poor mental and physical health in captivity. They are a shell of what they once were when they are confined. To the K’iche’ Maya of Guatemala, the quetzal is a symbol of their identity and their struggles to be free from their Spanish colonial oppressors. One of the most famous historical figures of the K’iche’ was Tecun Uman, their last ruler. He died in battle against the Spaniards in 1524. His spirit guide was a quetzal. The story of Tecun Uman firmly establishes the quetzal as a beloved cultural symbol for the K’iche’ and a symbol of freedom.

Tecun Uman fought bravely against the Spaniards, who were led by the conquistador Pedro de Alvarado. The town where the battle took place is now known as Quetzaltenango in Guatemala. Pedro de Alvarado was aided by Hernan Cortes, the conquistador who defeated the Aztec empire. It is difficult for historians to separate the legendary and historical elements of this story. Though Tecun Uman and the conquistadors were real people, the lore surrounding Tecun Uman’s quetzal seems more legendary. The faithful quetzal is said to have accompanied Tecun Uman in battle and flown alongside him when he charged against the Spaniards. Pedro de Alvarado killed Tecun Uman with a spear through his chest. When the K’iche’ ruler lay dying, the quetzal was so filled with grief that it landed on Tecun Uman’s chest, staining its feathers red with blood. This Mayan story is also used to explain how the quetzal got its red breast feathers. The quetzal was a spirit guide, so its life force was connected to Tecun Uman and died shortly after he died. Tecun Uman is now considered Guatemala’s national hero. He is honoured every year on February 20th. In the town of Quetzaltenango, there is a statue of Tecun Uman. He is also featured on stamps, coins and bank notes. 

The Maya people in Central America today still consider the quetzal to be one of their most important symbols. The unit of currency in Guatemala is called a quetzal, alluding to how quetzal feathers were traded as currency by the Aztecs and ancient Mayans. The flag of Guatemala has a quetzal on it. Though the Aztec empire was doomed when Spanish conquistadors arrived in 1519, the Maya were more difficult to conquer. One Maya kingdom, Itza, and its capital city of Nojpet��n, did not fall until 1697. Even under Spanish rule, the various Maya peoples of the region fought to preserve their culture and traditions. Just like the quetzal, they could not be subjugated for long and they had to be free. The quetzal is not just a beautiful bird to them, it’s a symbol of their freedom. 

#tecunuman #anthropology #archaeology #culture #history #birds #mayan civilization

[fortheloveofwonderland]

War of the Heart - Chapter Seven | Luke Alvez x Fem! Reader

Previous Chapter

Chapter Summary - it’s been three months since you left the BAU and since you’ve seen Luke. When he shows up at your door, thirteen years worth of anger and love finally come to a head.

Category - heavy angst | smut | eventual happy ending.

Content Warnings - swearing, tears, arguing, mild violence, aggression, making out, oral sex (f receiving), use of “good girl”, fingering, penetrative sex, sad goodbyes.

WC - 5.5k

Chapter Seven

Three Months Later

You were close. You were so fucking close you didn’t know how you weren’t sitting right on top of the answer. There was something missing, a tiny little piece, barely a fragment, but you definitely weren’t seeing the whole picture. It was the integral piece, like when you’re doing a jigsaw and there’s always that one damn piece that just brings it all together and lets you see if it's a hand or a foot.

Not that you’d ever done a jigsaw. When would you have had time? 

Something in your gut was telling you Scratch wasn’t the one behind this, despite the evidence pointing that way. He’d been spotted in Honduras so it wasn’t a far stretch to say he could have been in Mexico. Rossi was meeting with a contact at the DOJ while Emily flew to London to speak to someone at Interpol. Tara was due to conduct another cognitive with Spencer in the morning. 

And you sat behind the desk in your apartment, desperate to see this missing piece. A gut instinct wasn’t enough, you couldn’t just tell Emily you thought someone else was behind this. You had to find something to back that up. But what? 

For the better part of three months you’d been glued to this chair, pouring over case files you’d read thousands of times now. You weren’t technically supposed to be helping, now you no longer work for the BAU, if Cruz found out, Emily would be in some serious trouble. But she didn’t care. She’d take all the help she could get to exonerate Spencer and bring him home. 

She’d enlisted the help of Stephen Walker from the BAP after you left as the team was down two agents. From what you’d gathered it sounded like he was fitting in just fine and it allowed you to feel less guilty about your decision. 

And in three months, Luke hadn’t contacted you once. 

It was what you’d wanted, what you’d needed yet it hurt every time your phone went off and it wasn’t him. You’d thought maybe he’d try and reach out at first but as the weeks went by with no word, you’d resigned yourself to it. You were sure he would try and see you, beg you for answers as to why you’d felt the need to do this, probably even try and talk you into coming back and maybe even succeed. 

Either he was respecting your wishes which would be a first for Luke Alvez. Or, the more heart wrenching option, he simply never cared as much as he claimed to. Maybe Luke just liked the chase. Maybe after all these years he’d decided it wasn’t worth it anymore. He had Lisa after all, he didn’t need you. 

When you’d made the decision to leave Iraq and requested a reassignment, you’d felt so light and free when it had been approved. Moving to Afghanistan was the best thing you could have done for yourself and you’d never regretted that decision. So why after leaving the BAU, didn’t you feel the same why? Why, if anything, did you feel heavier? 

At twenty four years old you’d had your whole life in front of you and you weren’t letting some guy no matter how dreamy he was, stand in the way of all of the things you wanted to accomplish. So you’d run away, reassigned yourself so you could focus on you and not on him. But this time around you’d effectively destroyed your own career, and for what? Luke was willing to give you it all on a silver platter, he always had been. So why were you insistent on running every damn time?

You closed the case file in front of you, eyes casting over to the ring sitting on the desk. He’d never asked for it back, maybe there was still a piece of him that hoped one day you’d wear it and not just on your necklace. You weren’t even sure why you’d kept it. Probably for the same reasons he’d never taken it back. 

You picked it up and held it in your palm, the delicate and simple antique band with its embedded diamonds staring back at you. You closed your eyes and felt the sand whipping around your face, the moonlight sparkling off of the ring. 

And you felt Luke in front of you, promising you forever. 

***

2010 - Diyala, Northeast Baghdad 

“Luke?” You swallowed, looking from the ring in his outstretched hand back to his eyes.

“If it were true, if we really didn’t have a fucking future,” He spat, his tears breaking free suddenly. “Then why the hell did I buy this?” 

You felt suddenly incredibly sober. The tears rolling down Luke’s cheeks and the ring sitting in his palm seemed to banish all of the alcohol from your system in a split second. You looked from the ring up to Luke’s eyes and back again several times. 

“Luke,” you swallowed. “Why did you buy it?” 

You’d known each for five months. Five insanely intense months in which you’d fallen head over heels for him and him for you. Time slowed down in the military and so those five months felt as though they could have been five years, but even still, this seemed crazy. 

“It’s not…I’m not..” he shook his head, using his free hand to wipe his tears. “I’m not proposing. Not here, not like this.”

“So what are you doing?” You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“When I ask you to marry me it won’t be here, in a fucking war zone, no. But I need you to know that you mean everything to me, and I do want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He took a few tentative steps closer to you. “I guess this ring is like a promise? With this ring I promise you that once this is all over that I will marry you. And if you choose to wear it, you’re promising me the same.” 

“I can’t wear rings, you know how good I am at losing things.” You shrugged, making Luke chuckle.

“Yeah, I considered that.” Still holding the ring in one hand, he reached into his pocket again and retrieved a thin silver chain. “I thought you’d be less likely to lose a necklace.” 

“You really did think of everything, huh?” 

“I didn’t want you to have an excuse to say no.” He smiled a little wistfully at you. “You love me, yes?”

You exhaled heavily, nodding your head slowly.

“I do.” 

“Do you love me enough that you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” 

The simple answer was yes, because you really did. But what you and Luke had was so intense that everything else in your life seemed to pale in comparison. If you agreed to wear his ring, would you be compromising your future or enhancing it? 

Right now you couldn’t think of such things. The way Luke was looking at you through those deep, brown eyes, eyes you wanted to stare into for the rest of your life, there was only one answer. 

You stepped closer to him, picking up the necklace and unclasping it before threading the ring onto the chain. You held it up to Luke with a soft smile.

“A little help?” 

You saw Luke’s heart explode and a large smile blossomed on his face as he nodded, taking the necklace from you and draping it around your neck before securing it closed. Your hand went to the ring around your neck and you smiled at him. 

“God that looks good on you.” He beamed, moving to cup your face. 

When he kissed you you suddenly felt a tightening in your chest. You loved Luke, you had no doubt about that, but would you love him forever? What if in wearing his ring you'd compromised a piece of yourself? 

As he kissed you under the desert moonlight, the ring around your neck seemed to grow heavier and heavier by the second until it started to feel like a noose.  And suddenly promising Luke forever seemed like it would be your downfall. 

***

Present - Washington, DC

You blinked back your tears and deposited the ring back in the top drawer of your desk before you could go further back down memory lane. 

You were so young when he’d given it to you, you weren’t ready to be someone’s wife. Luke had just turned thirty when you met him and was ready to settle down, whereas you weren’t. Maybe agreeing to wear his ring had been when it all went wrong. Maybe you should have been honest with him and told him you weren’t ready for such a commitment. No matter how he’d tried to disguise it with his talk of promises, he had been asking you to marry him. And you’d agreed even though it wasn’t what you wanted. 

You pushed yourself up from your chair, needing to stretch your legs after hours of sitting at this desk. Maybe taking a break and clearing your head would help make sense of what you were missing. 

It was dark outside which meant it was late enough for you to open a bottle of wine. You’d refused to let yourself spiral into alcoholism after you left the BAU and only let yourself drink after dark. You were no use to Spencer if you spent your days drunk. 

As you went to make your way through to the kitchen you were startled by a knock on the door. You hadn’t had a visitor in at least three months, the only people knocking on your door in that time were delivery drivers bringing you take out. And you hadn’t ordered food tonight. 

Admittedly, you should have known who it would be. But you were sleep deprived, one foot down a Mr Scratch rabbit hole and one in a desert in Iraq. You ran your fingers through your hair as you padded over to the door. You unlocked it before edging it open, but suddenly someone was throwing it open and bursting their way into your apartment before you had the chance to even blink. 

“I tried to stay away, I really fucking tried.” Luke Alvez looked, for lack of a better term, like complete shit. His eyes were bloodshot like he hadn’t slept, his hair was an absolute mess and he hadn’t shaved, presumably in three months. 

He wore an old t-shirt that looked to be at least a size too small for him and was fighting against his muscles and his jeans were dirty. 

“Luke, I uh…”

“I tried. I even deleted your number from my phone so I wouldn’t try to call or text you, but it’s been three fucking months! And this…this…” he pulled the crumbled pink post-it from his pocket and gesticulated with it. “This is pretty fucking shitty goodbye.” 

“I had to leave.” You shrugged meekly. 

“No, no you didn’t.” He shook his head, slipping the note back in his pocket. “No one held a gun to your head. No one made you leave. You didn’t have to, you chose to. Again.” 

“Wh-what?” You swallowed. “What do you mean, again?” 

Luke started to chuckle dryly, it was an ugly sound that made your stomach coil.

“I was your Sergeant, I had to approve your transfer, sign it off. The transfer that you requested.” 

Of course he knew. Of course he’d had to approve the request. How had you not realised that all of these years? 

“In my defence,” you tried to grasp at any straw you could. “I never specifically said I was being forced to reassign. I didn’t exactly lie.” 

“Is that what you tell yourself so you can sleep at night?” He raised an eyebrow at you. You chose not to rise to it. 

“So you’ve known all these years? You’ve known that I requested that transfer and you never said anything? Not in the time it took to process my papers or the five weeks we had left together. Not eight years ago and not once in the last few months. Why? Why have you never said anything?” You turned it back on him, hoping to deflect from yourself. 

“Because it broke my fucking heart!” He suddenly raised his voice. “It killed me that you would do that! That you would rather ship off to another country than be with me! I didn’t want to hear you confirm everything I already knew, which was that you didn’t love me, did you? You never really loved me, you certainly never planned to marry me yet you wore the ring I gave you. You made me believe that we had a future and then you tore it all away and didn’t even have the cajones to tell me the truth!” 

“Fine, you’re right, Sarg,” you spat back at him. “I never loved you. I left Iraq because I couldn’t stand to be around you. I lulled you into a false sense of security because I wanted to crush you, to break your heart. Is that what you want to hear? Is that what will make you sleep easier at night?” 

He advanced on you suddenly, strong hands gripping your biceps and shoving you against the nearest wall. Your back slammed against it and you tried to hide the wince of pain from your face. 

“If that’s true then that makes you one cold hearted bitch!” He growled, inches from your face. 

“They didn’t call me the Ice Queen in Afghanistan for nothing.” You smirked at him, unable to stop it from pulling at your lips. 

It was possible you liked it when Luke was angry, when he was pushed to this point. It was one of the many reasons you’d put in for the transfer. You got off on Luke’s rage, feeded off of it. But that was destructive for you both, you’d had to leave before one of you pushed the other too far. 

The grip he had on your arms would leave bruises, one’s you’d secretly missed so much. His firm hold and the anger behind his eyes caused a heat to spread between your legs and you wanted him to fuck you up against this wall. 

What the fuck is wrong with me? 

He shook you frantically, like he might be able to dislodge the smirk from your lips. God, the two of you had so many nights like this in Iraq, it felt like going back in time. 

“I don’t buy it.” He grunted, pushing you harder against the wall. “You felt something for me. You aren’t that good of an actress.”

“Men always think that.” Your smirk grew. “Trust me, Alvez, when you have to fake orgasms so much you become a pretty damn good performer.” 

“Fuck you.” He shoved you again, harder than before and your back slammed harshly against the wall. “You didn’t…I don’t believe you.” 

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. Guess you’ll never know.” You felt drunk on his rage, intoxicated by the way you were able to press his buttons so easily. The glass of wine you’d been heading for would not have made you feel this good. 

Again, what the fuck is wrong with me? 

“Oh I know.” He spat, eyes darker than you’d ever seen them. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that women don’t have to fake it with me.” 

“Such a big ego, Sarg. But I’m sure this will sound pretty familiar…” you started moaning, panting and whining. “Oh Sarg, fuck that feels so good. Oh Sarg! Oh my god Sarg, I’m gonna…gonna come!” 

Somehow his eyes darkened even more and his back went rigid all of a sudden. You glanced down and saw the way his jeans had started to tent. 

“Shut up.” He clenched his jaw. “Shut up! I don’t believe for a second that it was all theatrics. I know I made you come, more times than I can count. And I’ll prove it.” 

When he suddenly kissed you, you were powerless to stop him, like always. He caged you against the wall now, pressing his body into yours so you could feel the effect your little show had on him. His tongue plunged inside of your mouth, kissing you with a ferocity that took your breath away. He used his grip on your arms to drag you away from the wall and tossed you on the couch like you were a rag doll. 

You looked up at him through slightly shocked eyes as he stood over you, anger and lust swirling around in his own eyes. The smirk on his lips was almost evil and it turned you on. A small whimper left your lips as you pressed your thighs together. 

Luke chuckled, still standing over you, shaking his head at how absolutely pathetic you looked. A part of him wanted to leave you like this just to get back at you, but his animalistic desire for you took over. 

Suddenly he dropped to his knees next to the couch and ran his hands up and down your thighs. He came to a stop at the waistband of your sweatpants and tore them down your legs, tossing them somewhere over his shoulder. He laughed again, immediately noticing the wet patch in your panties. 

“Did you fake that too?” He chuckled. “Because I don’t think you're a method actor.” 

He ran his fingers teasingly between your legs, across the fabric of your underwear causing you to squirm on the couch. You tried your hardest not to make a sound, not wanting to give him satisfaction. 

Placing his hand on your thigh, he moved your legs apart so he could kneel between them. One of your legs hung off the couch next to where he was kneeling on the floor. He shuffled closer to you, pressing his lips against the flesh of your inner thigh.

You squirmed again, but bit down on your lip to keep from making a sound. His hand started to wander as his lips grazed higher, fingertips brushing underneath your t-shirt and over your rib cage until he was palming your breast. He glanced up at you through his lashes, looking extremely pleased to discover you weren’t wearing a bra. 

His lips moved higher still until he was kissing the outside of your panties. He pinched your hard nipple between his deft fingers, his other hand coming to hook in the waistband of your panties. 

“Do you want me to stop, private?” He whispered against your underwear. 

“N-no.” You whined. 

“No, what?” He tore his lips away from you, looking up at you sternly. 

“No S-Sarg. I d-don’t want you to stop.” 

“Good girl.” He tweaked your nipple as if to reward you. “Such a good girl.” 

Suddenly he ripped your panties from your body, you heard the fabric tear as he did so and it made you gasp. Luke simply smirked at you, giving your nipple a slightly hard tug before bowing his head between your legs. 

When his tongue swiped through your folds, collecting your arousal, you couldn’t stop the scream that erupted from your chest. Luke was an absolute master with his tongue and pretending you weren’t enjoying it would be an impossible feat and he knew it. 

He continued playing with your nipple while he lapped at your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud and relishing in the whines and moans leaving your lips. He didn’t even really need to try and you were already a complete wreck, knowing it wouldn’t take him long at all to make you come. 

And when he plunged two fingers inside of you, on top of the way he was eating you out, you were a complete goner. 

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging on the roots as you panted and writhed beneath him.

“Fuck, Sarg,” you whimpered. “Fuck!” 

You swore you felt him smirking against you, his rough facial hair that rubbed against you only adding to the pleasure. 

His fingers roughly fucked you while he was gentle with his tongue as he flicked it back and forth over your clit in a strange contrast. It took less than five minutes before you felt your orgasm bubbling in the pit of your stomach. 

There was no hiding it, the sounds you made when he pushed you over the edge and the way you squeezed your thighs around him told him exactly what was happening. No one was this good at acting. 

He slowed his pace with his fingers but still continued to languidly pump them in and out of you whilst his tongue continued to work you through your orgasm. It wasn’t long before you started pushing him away, squirming and whining at the overstimulation. 

“S-stop please?” You wailed, shoving him by the head. “I c-can’t…s’too much.” 

Luke smiled to himself, giving your clit one last lap before tearing his mouth away from your core and withdrawing his fingers. You watched him sit back on his haunches and draw his fingers into his mouth before sucking them clean of your arousal. You hissed at the sight, feeling even more lightheaded than you already had done. 

“Was that all an act, huh?” He stood back up, towering over you slightly menacingly. 

“No.” You confessed. 

“Didn’t think so.” He growled, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you to your feet. 

Your legs shook from your orgasm but Luke’s strong arms held you upright while he kissed you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He grinded against you, letting you feel how hard his was and it made you whimper again. 

“Bedroom?” He spoke against your lips. 

“B-behind you.” You panted. 

He tore his lips from yours and once again gripped you by the arm, pulling you in the direction of your bedroom. Once inside he was quick to help you out of your shirt before shoving back to the bed. 

You watched him hurriedly rid himself of his own clothes, stripping down until he was completely naked, his cock so hard it almost looked painful. He crawled on the bed and as he got closer, you noticed the darkness in his eyes had faded. 

“I need you to know,” he stroked the hair back off of your face in such a loving way it made your heart explode. “So you don’t feel guilty, so you can just let yourself enjoy this…” he kissed you again but it was so soft in comparison to any way he’d ever kissed you before. “Lisa and I broke up. Almost three months ago.”

The tears that sprung to your eyes were completely unexpected. In all honesty, when he’d been pleasuring you on the couch you hadn’t given Lisa or Luke’s relationship status a second thought. But it would have crept into your brain eventually and you were relieved to know you didn’t have to worry about it. 

You nodded your understanding, not trusting yourself to speak. Luke moved between your legs, pressing his head against your entrance. You held your breath for the sudden thrust you’d gotten so used to with Luke but it didn’t happen. Luke kept eye contact with you while he slowly and cautiously pushed his way inside, inch by inch, until he was completely sheathed by you. And then he bowed his head and kissed you in the most loving way you’d ever been kissed before. 

For the first time Luke wasn’t rough with you the way you’d grown so used to. He was slow and gentle, languid almost, as if the two of you had all the time in the world. He never took his eyes off you, not even for a second. He would periodically kiss you, or bury his face into your neck while he thrust at a leisurely pace. 

Both of your moans and heavy breaths filled the room as he nuzzled against your neck once more. He placed a few tender kisses on your flesh and when he pulled back to look at you, tears were rolling down his cheeks. 

It forced your own tears to become dislodged and break free. He brought his hand to your face and wiped at them with his thumb. 

“I love you.” He cried, his orgasm close you could tell. “I love you so much that it physically hurts.” 

“I know.” You croaked. “Me too.” 

When he kissed you again you could taste each other's tears. He continued to kiss you until with one last thrust he moaned ferociously as he came. He stayed inside of you, stilling his movements but keeping your lips pressed together. You wrapped your arms around his broad back and held him while he came down from his high. 

Eventually he pulled out and rolled down next to you in the bed but he wouldn’t look at you, simply stared at the ceiling. He was truly exhausted, the last thirteen years catching up on him suddenly at that moment. He’d put everything into tonight, his entire heart and soul and somehow he knew it wasn’t enough. And as if to confirm that, you started shuffling towards the edge of the bed. 

“I should uh…I should go.” You whispered, wiping your eyes on the back of your hand. 

“This is your apartment.” He turned to look at you with a frown. 

“Oh.” You nodded. “Right, of course. Then uh…you should probably go.” 

You slipped out of the bed, locating your silk robe on the back of the chair and wrapping it around your body, belting it at the waist. When you turned back to the bed Luke was still in it, sitting up now. 

“Why?” He folded his arms across his strong chest. 

“You said what you came here to say. We had sex. What else is there, Luke?” You couldn’t disguise the hurt from your voice. Luke could see it in your eyes, the way you’d broken, the way he’d broken you. 

“You think I just came here to have sex?” He unfolded his arms with a sigh, swinging his legs out of the bed before standing up. He found his boxers and pulled them on. “Jesus Christ, Y/N, how many times do I have to say I love you before you believe me?” 

You wrapped your arms around your waist, a protective measure he’d seen you do hundreds of times before. 

“I do believe you.” You sniffed. “But how many times do I have to tell you we don’t work together? How many times do I need to run away before you stop chasing me?” 

“We belong together.” He rounded the bed towards you. “Admittedly we haven't been good to each other in the past, but we're older now. Things can be different this time.”

“No, no they can’t.” You shook your head sadly. “Luke, I love you so much that you became my obsession. The way I felt about you consumed me to the point I didn’t know who I was anymore. It was intense and it was overwhelming. I chose to reassign myself because my head wasn't in the game anymore. You were the only thing I could think of. 

You infected my mind. We were poisonous, Luke, toxic. It wasn’t healthy for either of us. You became like a compulsion and nothing else in my life mattered. You made me forget why I was even in Iraq in the first place! It was too much, it was too much for me. And it still is.” 

“You’re scared.” Luke shrugged, seemingly ignoring everything you just said. “I get that, I do. This is scary, the way I feel about you terrifies me. I understand.”

“You’re not listening to me.” You took a step back as he got closer. 

“I am.”

“No you’re not!” You raised your voice a little. “Do you need me to spell it out for you? I don’t want to be with you, Luke. Not now, not ever.”

“But you love me. And I love you.” He got even closer and you backed up until you were against the wall yet again. 

“Being in love with someone and wanting a relationship with them are two different things.” 

“I broke up with Lisa!” He yelled out of nowhere. “I broke up with Lisa for you!”

“I didn’t ask you to do that!” You yelled back. 

“You promised me.” He suddenly softened again. “You accepted my ring, accepted my promise that one day we were going to get married. You promised.” 

“I accepted your ring because I didn’t know what else to do.” You spat. “You were standing there saying all kinds of things and I was drunk, if you remember! Wearing your damn ring seemed like the easiest thing to do in the situation.” 

“So what? You never wanted to marry me?” 

“No.” You shook your head, praying to gods you didn’t believe in that he wouldn’t be able to tell you were lying. “I never wanted to marry you.” 

“I’ve spent more than a decade pining after you, begging the universe to bring us back together and now you’re saying you never intended to be with me anyway? When I found out you were working at the BAU I really thought it would mean-“

“What?” You cut him off. “You knew I worked at the BAU before you joined the team?” 

“The percentage of vets that join the FBI gets higher every year. I heard on the grapevine you didn’t renew your contract after your third tour of Afghanistan and I was curious where you ended up. At the time you were at the DC Field Office and I guess I just couldn’t help myself but keep tabs on you. 

When you joined the BAU I hoped maybe one day we’d have a case that overlapped but two years passed and it never happened. So when I caught wind of the escaped convicts the BAU was chasing down, I offered up my services. Typically you were on leave so when Hotch offered me a full caseload, I couldn’t turn it down. I didn’t intend to ever take a job with the unit, I just needed to see you.”

You glared at him wildly like he’d just grown two heads or stabbed a puppy to death in front of you or something. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

“Do you realise that makes you sound like a stalker? Like the creeps we catch for a living. Did you sneak into my apartment and steal my underwear while I was out too?” You felt your eyes bulging out of your head. 

“Don’t be absurd.” He shook his head. “It wasn’t creepy it was…it was…”

“Don’t you dare say romantic.” You spat. “This is just one of a hundred reasons we don’t work together. It's an obsession, Luke, it’s not romance! Jeez I’m amazed we haven’t entered into some kind of murder-suicide pact by now.” 

“Well now you’re just being dramatic.” He rolled his eyes. 

“Luke,” you held your hands up as he got near, not allowing him to come a step closer. “I am only going to say this one more time and I need you to hear me. This is never going to happen. You need to leave and you need to stay away from me. I do not want to be with you, so just let it go.” 

You thought he would argue, he was so good at that. You expected him to kick off, to get angry and scream how you were made for each other and he wasn’t giving you up this way. But he didn’t. Luke Alvez had lost all of his fight. He was well and truly exhausted from trying to make things work between you. At a certain point, he had to just throw in the towel. 

“Fine.” He shrugged, stepping back from you and gathering his clothes up from the floor. “If that’s what you really want.” 

“It is.” You stayed by the wall. 

“For the record I think you’re making a huge mistake. But, whatever.” He threw his clothes on as fast as he could, needing to put some distance between the two of you. Once he was dressed you watched him open the bedroom door and step into the hall. “What you say was toxic, I call it passion. There’s no such thing as loving someone too much. I think you’re a coward, which is ironic for a soldier. But here we are.”

You clenched your jaw to fight against the tears threatening to fall. Any minute now you were likely to throw yourself in his arms and never let him go. But you had to remain strong. He might think of you as a coward but he had no idea how much strength this was taking to let him walk away.

“Goodbye, Sarg.” You whispered. 

“Goodbye, Y/N.” He retreated towards the door. 

It hurt to watch him walk away, more than any words could describe. But you were sure the relief would set in soon, the solace of knowing you’d dodged that bullet again. You weren’t sure how long exactly that would take but it would come. Right? 

Right? 

Oh fuck, you thought as you crumbled to floor, the sobs wracking your body. What the fuck have I done? 

Next Chapter

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#luke alvez #luke alvez smut #luke alvez fanfiction #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez x fem! reader #luke alvez x you #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

[alexiseatzbeez]

LAGOONA !! One of my favs and I made her more fishy looking lol. I also kept her blue skip but kept pink details because I do like her in the g3 design

I’ll write more headcanons here, feel free to read them!!

Scaley all over because she’s a fish duh

She grew up in the remote seas off the coast of Honduras and she dreamed to see the world and have a social life rather than only be in the ocean (knock off Ariel lol)

According to the g3 show, may be a cannibal or just like trying to scare her friends lmao (I’m voting she’s an actual cannibal it’s funnier)

Fishy face like no nose and she has gills on her neck (covered by hair here because her hair is also super curly and big)

Loves wearing beach’s clothing like flashy colorful swim shorts and different kinds of sandals, but also loves wearing hoodies because mh isn’t as warm as the water from her home ocean lol

Blue skin with pink accents like on her hands and legs (so ligh g3 but opposite). Also has freckles but I don’t think I added them here 😫😫😫

Probably loves horror movies and making her friends watch them so she can use that movie to scare them later

Has a friendship bracelet not shown here because it’s covered by her hoodie lol

Likes sneaking into the human world just to see what it’s like and to watch human swim sports so she can brag later about how much better she is at those sports lol

If I think of anymore i guess I’ll add them later lol but Ty for reading again !!!

#art tag #procreate #procreate art #digital art #digital artist #fanart #character design #monster high #monster high fanart #monster high movie #lagoona #lagoona blue #g3 lagoona

[neathyingenue]

It's about time that I did a character intro/backstory dump for my FL OC! Here we gooo

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Name: Silvia Salcedo (she/they)

Also known as: The Radical Sonneteer

Titles: Citizen, Ms, Comrade

Ambition: Heart's Desire

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Timeline!

1879

Silvia is born in British Honduras (modern-day Belize, the Yucatec Peninsula) to Roberto Salcedo, a cis British Honduran, and Silas Owens, a trans Welshman.

1880

Moves with Silas and Roberto to western England.

While Silvia is her dads' biological child, the 'official' story is Roberto's daughter by a wife who died.

Silas and Roberto set up a law practice in their country village.

1881-1893ish

Silvia is educated at home. She speaks Spanish and English at home, and learns Welsh and Latin as well.

Somewhere in her childhood, Silvia learns that her dads are a couple and the truth about who she is.

She's taught vaguely that ‘British Empire bad,’ but her dads try as hard as possible to shield her from their colonial trauma.

1893ish-1897

Silvia goes to a girl’s boarding school--one of those progressive, Arts-and-Crafts movement types, probably

Figures out she's a lesbian! Classic girls' school antics!

1897-1900

Silvia attends Oxford (probably as a non-degree-seeking student) and does well.

The ‘Scramble for Africa’ is in the news, which sort of re-radicalizes Silvia and her parents.

Now that they’ve given Silvia a good life and an education, Silas and Roberto decide to get more active in protesting and take more risks with political action.

Silvia also gets politically involved with other students.

She starts hearing rumors about Fallen London, people coming back to life, free love…

1901

In a protest-gone-wrong in Cardiff, a constable kills Silas. The autopsy discovers that Silas is biologically female

Desperate to preserve Silas’s dignity in death, Roberto and Silvia spend all their money and then some to hush it up and give him a funeral.

Burdened by debt, a criminal record, and even more of a desire for independence, Roberto flees back to British Honduras. He begs Silvia to go with him.

Silvia instead moves to London because she’s heard of miraculous things happening there, perhaps even the dead coming back to life!

1899 (the second one)

Silvia arrives in London

Arrested for…yelling at cops probably

Starts Ambition: Heart’s Desire in hopes that she can bring back her dad (although she won't admit it to herself)

Publishes poems. Falls in with Revolutionaries. Tries to call herself “The Revolution’s Sappho” but one publication calls her “The Radical Sonneteer” and that’s what sticks.

Meets Ginny (urchin) and Mothball (urchin's cat), which further ties her to the Neath. Keeps putting off the decision of whether or not she’ll go back to British Honduras instead.

The Starved Invasion happens. Silvia dies. It's a rude awakening, a reminder that she's not on vacation--she is in a dangerous place with dangerous goals.

Now that she’s died, the decision of whether to return was sort of made for her. But she hears about Cider—resolves that she’ll just do that AND the Marvellous, no problem!

Starts to swing wildly between “I can’t have any fun I must WORK” and “We have fun here!” Takes fighting and pickpocketing seriously, then fucks off to Mahogany Hall to do cross-dressing with her cousin Winslow, who's just arrived!

Starts a liaison with Lady [redacted], a socialite. She's terrified that it makes her a class traitor and tries to keep it secret. Their romance is brief but electric, full of many fights and trying to get the other to betray their cause.

Goes on her first serious scientific voyage, which keeps her out of London for a couple of months. When she returns, she's sent to the Tomb-Colonies.

Learns more of the Third City, discovers it was Yucatec Maya--the same Indigenous population that her father is descended from. Realizes that there are still Yucatec Maya people in the Neath, and perhaps instead of seeking home rule on the Surface like Roberto, it would be more valuable to seek the remnants of the Third City in the Neath.

Devotes herself to her studies, learning the language and numerical system of the Yucatec Maya, spending more and more time in her laboratory, and gaining entrance to Parabola.

In this process, Silvia drifts further from her old Revolutionary contacts, and begins to question whether the Liberation of the Night is her priority.

#updated 2/24/24 #long post #housekeeping #silvia salcedo #OH FUCK FORGOT TRIGGER WARNINGS #imperialism #transphobia #homophobia #police violence #ok back to complaining in the tags #i'm coming down w something right on schedule bc my students got back to school 2 weeks ago #so if i londonpost a lot that is why #really hope i don't have to miss out on my labor day plans but we'll see how i feel tmrw

[fatehbaz]

On July 11, 2021, I arrived [...] at Tapachula International Airport in the Mexican state of Chiapas – a grandiose title for the diminutive compound and runway plunked down amidst tropical vegetation just west of Mexico’s border with Guatemala [...]. [T]he woman who served me juice at a market stall reported that, out of every 10 people nowadays, five were Haitian, three were Cuban or something else, and two were chiapanecos (natives of Chiapas). [...] Another of my interlocutors was a young Nicaraguan [...]. [H]e recounted to me the highlights of hitchhiking through Honduras and Guatemala to Mexico, where he was promptly apprehended on a minibus by Mexican immigration officers. [...] [H]e ended up imprisoned for 23 days in Tapachula’s notoriously overcrowded and abuse-ridden estación migratoria – “migration station” – which had thanks to the either witting or unwitting irony of a previous Mexican government been christened Siglo XXI, meaning “21st century”. Inside, he had apparently contracted COVID [...] but reckoned that the psychological torment had been just as bad or worse. [...] As The Associated Press reported back in 2019, Siglo XXI – said to be Latin America’s largest immigration detention centre – is a “secretive place off-limits to public scrutiny where cellphones are confiscated and journalists aren’t allowed inside”. The AP had itself been denied access but had heard testimony according to which “women slept in hallways or in the dining hall among rats, cockroaches and pigeon droppings as children wailed, mothers reused diapers and guards treated everyone with contempt”.

[Text by: Belén Fernández. “‘I was a prisoner of Mexico’s US-backed migrant detention regime’”. Al Jazeera (English) - Essay. 24 February 2023.]

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As of the end of the fiscal year on September 30, 2022, there had been no fewer than 2.38 million apprehensions of undocumented people on the US-Mexico border, an increase of 37 percent from the previous year. Between September 2021 and June 2022, meanwhile, Mexico detained a record 345,584 people transiting its territory, most of them en route to the US. [...] Tapachula’s Siglo XXI, Mexico’s largest immigration detention centre [...]. At the inauguration of the prison in 2006, then-Mexican President (and former Coca-Cola Mexico CEO) Vicente Fox had assured everyone that detainees would enjoy “all the comforts” – including human rights – in keeping with Mexico’s “humanist policy” [...]. In his book [...], AMLO [current Mexican President Obrador] jubilantly recalls his July 2020 summoning to Washington by the “gentleman” Trump for the signing of the US-Mexico-Canada Agreement (USMCA) [...]. As journalist Garry Leech has pointed out in the book Asylum for Sale: Profit and Protest in the Migration Industry, the USMCA might “be more accurately called the United States Migrant Control Agreement”, thwarting as it does the free movement of Mexican and other labourers across borders while rolling out the red carpet for corporate capital. [...] In April 2021, White House press secretary Jen Psaki reported that, thanks to bilateral discussions, the Mexican government had “made the decision to maintain 10,000 troops at its southern border, resulting in twice as many daily migrant interdictions”. Indeed, [...] [m]igration policy in Mexico has undergone unprecedented militarisation. Mexico’s National Migration Institute (INM) has been increasingly populated with current and former members of the armed forces, notwithstanding the military’s track record of torture and extrajudicial killings. Behind all the dehumanised talk of “border security” and “interdictions”, of course, is the fact that this is an all-out war on extremely vulnerable people criminalised for their vulnerability. [...] In the end, this is not Mexico’s war. But by taking migration enforcement orders from the US and replicating the brutality of a US border security regime, Mexico is reinforcing a militarised US border that discriminates against Mexicans themselves [...].

[Text by: Belén Fernández. “The Three Amigos and the US war on asylum seekers in Mexico.” Al Jazeera (English) - Opinion. 9 January 2023.]

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Mass graves are, of course, often associated with war [...]. But here in Mexico, we are also witnessing a US-backed war – and a pretty “dirty” one at that. In this war, the unmarked bones in the corner of the Tapachula municipal cemetery are but a tiny fraction of the casualties. [...] Many had traversed the Darién Gap between Colombia and Panama – another 21st-century battlefield and mass migrant grave in its own right, where plenty of asylum seekers go in one side and never come out. [...] And there is something about the municipal cemetery of Tapachula that encapsulates the profound inhumanity of a system that denies refugees dignity even in death, forcing them to die undocumented and unidentified, with no sign that they ever existed at all. The mass grave also signifies untold emotional trauma for family members of the persons buried therein, who have no way of knowing that their loved ones have ended up in the far back corner of a Mexican graveyard. [...] He himself had worked at the cemetery for 35 years, during which he had never felt scared, because “it’s the living you have to fear, not the dead.” To be sure, there is much to fear in a world where the US is allowed to violate international borders at will while fuelling a ludicrously lucrative “border security” industry that effectively sentences poor people to death.

[Text by: Belén Fernández. “Letter from a mass grave in Mexico.” Al Jazeera (English) - Opinion. 26 January 2023.]

[collapsedsquid]

Srinivasan has floated the car-free Culdesac private community in Tempe and the Peter Thiel-backed Próspera in Honduras as examples of currently-existing proto-Network States.  “Suppose you found a new startup society like Culdesac on the basis of car-free living…which is an innovation in parallel transportation. You could import a parallel educational service (like Synthesis) to improve your K-12 education, or a parallel medical service (like Biograph) to complement your societal innovation in transportation,” Srinivasan wrote. 

"Network State" clearly another word for "15 minute city"

[moonshinemagpie]

Days 5 and 6 of learning Spanish:

I'm so glad I chose Spanish (I was also considering Arabic or Hebrew—I have relatives who speak all of these languages) because I just found out my aunt, who only speaks Spanish, is making a surprise trip to the US soon. I haven't seen her in ten years except through Facetime and I want to surprise her by not needing my cousins to interpret for us

Randomly met two cool ladies from Honduras who want to learn more English and could potentially be conversational partners (I can't practice Spanish with my family or neighbors until I get better because they just laugh at me lollll 😅)

The above book came in the mail today

Have also been listening to spanishpod101.com podcasts and finding them pretty useful

Listened to Coffee Break Spanish podcast and found them okay but a little less useful (language teachers: repeat yourself more than you think you need to when you have novice students!)

Am so far crazy impressed with the free Destinos videos. Will review in more detail later

Also enjoying the free Dreaming Spanish videos

And really loving FluentU, which shows you real native material videos in your target language and teaches you the vocabulary in them

Overall the abundance of high-quality, engaging materials for learning Spanish is so neat to see compared to the materials used for learning Japanese lolllll

VERY glad I opted to not go the DuoLingo route after seeing a YouTube video of a woman with a 300-day DuoLingo Spanish streak, and literally all she was able to do was translate simple, boring sentences from English into Spanish. Like it doesn't seem like DuoLingo even tries to teach you to be able to do anything else? It seems like it has the rhetoric of a 1940s-style Latin classroom dressed up in a sleek app

My favorite Spanish phrase so far is "quèdate conmigo, amigo," which I heard the boy from Coco say to his dog 🥰

I feel like living in the US will be a richer, more connected experience if I can become a proper Spanish speaker, and it makes me so happy that I settled on focusing on Spanish

#spanish #language learning #langblr

[stele3]

#destiel daily digest

[coochiequeens]

“Honduras suffers the region's highest rate of femicides, followed by the Dominican Republic, El Salvador, Bolivia and Brazil, according to a new U.N. report.”

MEXICO CITY, Nov 25 (Reuters) - From Buenos Aires to Bogota, women across Latin America took to the streets on Friday in marches to mark the International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women, demanding more action from authorities.

In Mexico City, feminist associations marched down Reforma Avenue, one of the capital's main arteries, chanting with loudspeakers and smoke flares, flanked by hundreds of police with riot shields and protective vests.

Mayor Claudia Sheinbaum, who is hoping to become the country's first female president in 2024, had earlier this week called for a peaceful protest, but some wary activists arrived with helmets and goggles in case of tear gas.

Victims of rape and mothers of women and girls killed across Mexico took to loudspeakers to demand an end to gender violence and better criminal investigations for their loved ones.

According to government data, some 20 women are killed each day though few cases result in sentences.

"We will not be silenced," said Lorena Gutierrez, whose 12-year old daughter was a victim of femicide. "Women and girls are still disappearing all across the country."

Honduras suffers the region's highest rate of femicides, followed by the Dominican Republic, El Salvador, Bolivia and Brazil, according to a new U.N. report.

"Our obligation is to redouble efforts so that the women and girls of our region can truly exercise their right to live a life free of violence and discrimination," Jose Manuel Salazar-Xirinachs of the U.N.'s regional economic body said.

In October, 80 women in Mexico were killed due to their gender, according to a Tuesday government report; the fourth consecutive monthly increase. The government has drawn ire for trying to downplay the dire situation.

"We want them to listen," said Jose Angel Trejo, whose daughter Melani was killed in August in Morelos, a state known for high rates of gender violence. He said investigators weren't answering his messages and the suspect is still free.

Trejo hopes his daughter's case will be transferred to federal authorities.

"Many cases of femicide we work with are being very badly investigated," added Gabriela Castillo from the Federal Institute of Public Defense (IFDP), which helps victims and their families through legal processes, saying she wanted more awareness of the mistakes being made.

"We want this violence to be visible to everyone," she said.

Reporting by Sarah Morland; Editing by Kim Coghill

#Langton America #November 25 #International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women #Claudia Sheinbaum In ‘24 #Femicide

[zanderlisle]

Resources for Congo, as promised. Unfortunately, these are all donations resources; even if you can't donate, share far and wide.

If you have any resources that don't include donation, please feel free to share.

this org gives medical assistance to women in Congo who are victims of sexual assault.

The atrocities in Congo leaves many children to work in horrible conditions to mine cobalt, a material used in many electrical devices, including the ones we’re using to read this.

The Republic of Congo is a resource-rich, middle-income country, however, it continues to face high levels of poverty and inequality, recurring localized conflict and regional insecurity. Help provide food security to the Congolese.

Help Congolese families forced to flee

Helps ensure safety for Congolese children

#stop the genocide #congo #congo is bleeding #congo genocide #free congo #🇨🇩