Sage + They/she + Lesbian + Nineteen + Filipino
𖦹ೃ࿐ sage + they/she + lesbian + nineteen + filipino
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What to boycott NOW to help stop Israel’s unfolding genocide of Palestinians in Gaza
Reminder that boycotting DOES work, there is historic proof! Don't let anyone discourage you otherwise!
The BDS movement uses the historically successful method of targeted boycotts inspired by the South African anti-apartheid movement, the US Civil Rights movement, the Indian anti-colonial struggle, among others worldwide.
We must strategically focus on a relatively smaller number of carefully selected companies and products for maximum impact. Companies that play a clear and direct role in Israel’s crimes and where there is real potential for winning, as was the case with, among others, G4S, Veolia, Orange, Ben & Jerry’s and Pillsbury. Compelling such huge, complicit companies, through strategic and context-sensitive boycott and divestment campaigns, to end their complicity in Israeli apartheid and war crimes against Palestinians sends a very powerful message to hundreds of other complicit companies that “your time will come, so get out before it’s too late!”
How do you welcome a husband from an unfinished war?
How would you patch his wounds knowing the battle is not yet done?
How would you hug him when his side is still aching from the finishing blow?
Your hands flew on your lips as your tears fell, seeing him standing amidst the battle field.
"He won..."
"Gojo Satoru defeated Sukuna!"
Someone murmured in the background and you couldn't care enough. Beneath your tears is a screaming heart begging for him to come out of the battle field so you could hide him away.
This is enough right? Satoru already did his part, didn't he?
"Hey, pretty..." Satoru grinned he tucks a strand of your hair at the back of your ear. He winces but waves it away in a blur. "Why's my Baby crying? I won."
Your lips tremble as you look at him all battered and bloody, never minding the gashes he sustained, your arms held his hand in all care you could muster and press it on your cheeks.
"Can we go home now, Satoru? Can I now take you back home?"
You couldn't look him in the eyes but you felt the exhausted arms wrap around you, and for what seems like forever, he let his weight fall into you, urging you to hold him up, finally letting himself have your help in shouldering what is on his shoulders.
Satoru inhaled your scent, it filtered into his nostrils, reminding him of home as he murmured to your ears.
"Just a second Baby, give me a few seconds with you, like this."
—Grey,
