it’s haunting to realize this informational blackout may be the final news out of gaza. i’m terrified to wake up to nothing. hearing palestinian voices was a promise of life.
considering how vile israel has been so far, televised, i dread to think what they’re planning, unseen.
BREAKING: A full outage of telecommunications and the Internet in all of the Gaza Strip, as Israeli warplanes launch the most violent series of airstrikes across the enclave.
the fact yemen—a country actively dealing with war, unprecedented famine, & foreign intervention of all kinds—is the only arab state to intercede is actually ludicrous.
#ceasefirenow
#Yemen
’s armed forces officially enter into conflict with
#Israel
by issuing a statement saying that they have launched large number of ballistic missiles and drones aimed at
#Israeli
targets, and stressing that the strikes will continue until Israel stops attacking
#Gaza
.
megumi who smokes on school property & steels beer from toji's fridge. wears knuckle rings to his fights. stoic, pretty, completely fucking delinquent. pops party pills from pez dispensers. aroace & jaded. i'm begging
krkr is great because kuroro is the divine masculine: adam at his most oblivious & selfish. kurapika is just some dude who sniffed a bible once & pawned it in for a redbull
#sukugo
| 'unholy' for
@perityne
sukuna is ephemeral: comes and goes, tides with whatever spiritual majesty lingers in each era. he’s a curse, and for those who cannot pronounce the word, he’s a god instead.
and gods aren’t used to being in similar company.
"chrollo fell first but kurapika fell harder" incorrect. chrollo fell first, kept falling, is currently falling & kurapika sliced holes in his parachute
say what you want about kurokura but arguing historical power imbalance when kurapika had this man on a magic shock-collar leash the first time they met is jokes
leorio really went to med school to avoid losing another friend & kurapika just said "lmao can't fix this with a vitamin iv" then passed out on emperor time
#kurokura
kurapika tears a fig apart, offers half up to chrollo with sticky fingers. it's a humid sunrise, mosquitoes and ripe fruit. heat doesn't suit yorkshin, but it suits kurapika: suits the fray of his hair, the tropical dampness of his mouth.
when they sleep together, kurapika digs nails into chrollo's spider tatt not because he wants to skin it off him but because he wants chrollo to associate it with pain, always. "keep it. let it humble you."
people who characterise kuroro as a byronic gentleman bc he wore a suit once are the funniest. your honour that is a feral, dirty animal you just put a hat on
#kurokura
| of monsters & massacre
the backseat is a lost religion. kurapika sits knee-to-knee with a leviathan: a monster, in the biblical sense. a criminal, in the traditional sense.
chrollo sipping wine from a coffee mug, kurapika using paradise lost as a coaster. midnight breakfasts on a fire escape, poetry on the back of an unpaid water bill. kurokura post-canon jadedness. amen
#kurokura
kurapika cups river water into his mouth, and it goes down sweet, fresh. breaks a current against his teeth and washes his sternum, cool and crisp. lukso is empty of her people, and there is no one left to bury him.
the dark continent is no kinder.
chrollo who wears body chains & chips his nail polish on purpose. infidel priest who kisses statues & dissociates as he does it. sweet, suffering bastard with a kink for god. i’m sick
i imagine chrollo had a name like mikhail or gabriel, an archangel's name (which he probably didn't even remember, or remember being given). he probably changed it to lucifer not because he wanted to be depraved but because he sympathized with the fall.
friendly reminder that the st. peter's cross chrollo wears is the ultimate sign of humble martyrdom & godly devotion. my man said, "if i have to die, let it not be divine."
#tojishiu
| shameless
toji doesn’t count his money.
it’s not a matter of trust—it’s transience. whatever yen finds its way into his accounts is drained, and whatever manages to remain is used to snort something foul. rolled and tapped, pressed to the edge of a bathroom sink.
and if i write laios/thistle. turpentine & oil, rose water in hair, madness in magnitude. an ornate dagger pressed, cold-side, to the throat. wet egg yolk on thin fingers, mixed with blood-red pigment. hm.
went to a protest yesterday & one of the chants was "there is only one solution: 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘢, revolution!" & damn i hope the guy who came up with it has the best sleep for the rest of his life