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i've been trying my best to collect a bunch of links to other, more structured resources about the genocide in gaza, and what you, reading this, can do about it, that i'm going to compile here.

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less and less people are talking about gaza every day, but it is still a very real crisis.

education, donations, speaking out, global links (masterpost)

links to contextual articles

for americans - state/congressional contacts

how you can help palestine - donations, petitions, campaigns, upcoming protests (masterpost)

non-politically motivated charity links

canary mission

petitions and congressional contact (masterpost)

education, current news, taking action, direct action and donations, current protests (masterpost)

small monetary actions

2700 ebooks on israel and palestine, available for free

thorough article by storiesfromgaza, dated 10/30/23

targeted boycott + bds

how to find state/congressional contacts, bds, email template, donation links

sudan and congo

egypt, us/uk/canada/europe congressional contacts

direct links to help palestine

educate yourself (twitter links)

translating gaza (instagram link)

bds/targeted boycott information

compilation of palestine info and how to support it (masterpost), dated 10/28/23

latest info as of 11/3/23 and large amounts of immediate action to take (masterpost)

history of palestine and israel - articles, books, films, social media (masterpost)

socials to follow

journalists in north gaza

btselem

families in gaza to donate to

i would say Tsukasa be the lover to just hold your hand or any skin touch spontaneously. Like he doesn't even think about it much and straigt go for it. He'd be holding your hand while walking or anything!! Physical touch and compliments,baby. Tsukasa would def showered his loved ones w compliments and all. Def brag about you to his sister or Toya!!

You would prob just do your work or something and felt someone holding your free hand, and that is Tsukasa. W his face just natural or smiling at you. But sometimes he would swings your hand a little for fun if you guys r doing nothing&walking. What a sweet, pretty boy he is!!! (Delusional for Tsukasa.) He's def a words of affirmation and physical touch kinda guy <3

short nishinoya drabble

a/n: another rewritten version of the noya fic i made years ago

Nishinoya sat quietly, his heart racing as he watched you intently. Your soft mumbles filled the room as your eyes skimmed over his homework, a habit he found utterly adorable. The way the words tumbled out of your lips as you read, unaware of your own actions, made his heart swell with affection.

But there was something about you that irritated him to no end. It was your hand, laying on your lap, empty and limp. It looked so lonely, as if it was begging to be held. Or maybe that was just his own desperate desire to intertwine his fingers with yours.

He couldn't help but imagine how your hands would feel in his. They were slightly calloused, he noticed, though he didn't know from what. But he was certain they would be undeniably soft. The urge to reach over and tug your hand into his was overwhelming.

Would your hands be smaller than his? Would you flinch away from his touch, or would you reciprocate with equal fervor? These questions swirled in his mind, consuming his thoughts.

The only thing stopping him from acting on his desires was your twin brother, Sugawara. It was no secret that Sugawara was fiercely protective of you, always defensive about other boys being around you. Even allowing Nishinoya to be tutored by you had taken a great deal of convincing and a series of warnings, each one laced with an underlying threat.

But from the first moment he met you, Nishinoya was enamored. And that feeling had only grown stronger with each passing day. His teammates had noticed the change in him. The usually loud and boisterous second year had become calmer, interacting with Kiyoko like any other team member. He was more focused, performing better in matches.

Yet, he still failed his tests. It wasn't because he didn't know the answers. In fact, you were an excellent tutor, and he had learned so much from you. No, the real reason he intentionally got the questions wrong was because he feared he might not see you again if his grades improved. His failing grades were the only excuse he had to spend time with you, and you were the sole reason he looked forward to school every day.

Despite being Sugawara's twin, you didn't inherit any of his "motherly" attributes. You were more reserved, keeping to yourself and speaking softly. But whenever you did speak, your beautiful golden eyes would be trained on him, and he'd find himself stuttering over his words, lost in those mesmerizing orbs.

There was a certain kindness to you, one that lured him in like a moth to a flame. The rare smiles and stifled laughter that you graced only him with never failed to make his day brighter.

Without taking his eyes off your hand, Nishinoya gathered his courage and stood up from his seat near your dominant hand. He made his way around the table and sat down near your vacant one. Your concentration now broken, you looked at him, a thin, elegant eyebrow raised in question.

"What?" you asked, your voice soft and curious.

Oh god, even your voice was enough to make him nervous. He became acutely aware of why he had shifted to the other side. It was now or never. "C-can I... hold your hand?" he managed to ask, mentally patting himself on the back for only stuttering once.

You looked at him, your eyes widening ever so slightly, taken aback by his straightforwardness. Nishinoya's heart raced as he anticipated your answer, his anxiety growing with each passing second. When you turned your attention back to the paper without responding, he visibly deflated, his gaze shifting to the loose thread on his uniform.

He felt like crying. What if you thought he was weird? What if you didn't like holding hands? What if he had just ruined everything?

His spiraling thoughts were interrupted when your hand softly dropped into his lap. Surprised, he looked up at you, only to find you still focused on his essay, seemingly unfazed.

Reluctant yet eager, he slid his hand into yours, his fingers immediately twitching to intertwine with yours. Unexpectedly, you were the one who took the initiative, wrapping your soft fingers around his. It wasn't a tight grip, but he felt as if he was glued to you, never wanting to let go.

On impulse, he brought his other hand forward, clasping your soft hand between both of his, a huge smile adorning his face as he looked at yours. You tried to hide your own smile, but he could see your ears burning red and your lips pressed tightly together in a futile attempt to suppress it.

His heart soared with happiness. He glanced down at your entwined hands once more, a fond thought crossing his mind: 'Heh, hers are smaller than mine.'

‘I wish for death’ - Twelve-year-old Alma says. She fled bombing and shelling twice before the third place they sheltered was bombed, She was rescued from the rubble only to find out both her parents and all four of her siblings had been killed. She found her 18-month-old brother in an unimaginable state. Her little brother was beheaded from the rubble after the IOF massacred them.

Source: BBC

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