Where Do I Even Begin? I'm Appalled. The Canadian Government Living Up To Its Roots In Colonial-settler

language is really telling. palestinians die vaguely, but israeli’s are specifically killed. palestinian little girls are called young women, but israeli little girls get to be called the children that they are. pay attention to the words being used. you might not even notice it’s propaganda you’re reading.

“Israel is committing genocide.” Yes. They are. But so is the US. The US is 100% complicit in this, and Israel would not have been able to do as much without the help of the US. I’m disgusted to be living in a country that is complicit in the literal MURDER of civilians. Men, women, children, elderly, families. All dead because of Israel AND the US. This needs to STOP.

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reminder that bisan is only 25. reminder that motaz is only 24. it may seem like months of siege have aged them beyond their years, but at the end of the day they’re both in their early 20s—and yet they’ve both witnessed enough death and destruction to last them a lifetime. they deserve to see and live through a free palestine. all of palestine deserves to see and live through a free palestine. keep calling your reps and pressuring for a ceasefire.

Demon Roommate P.3

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Gender Neutral Reader: They/Them pronouns

Human!Demon Brothers/Demon!Mc

MC exited Mammon’s room, the demon walked along the corridors of the house. As they passed by Levi’s door they heard the sound of gunshots. Lots and lots of gunshots.

Is this guy killing somebody?

MC thought. You attempted to open the door of his room to only find out it was locked. MC knocked on the door, “Leviathan, are you killing somebody with a gun?” you hoped he could hear you, you wanted to join in the fun of killing another human being.

Levi gave you no answer. You frowned, knocking once again. He gave no reply, you sighed, you didn’t want to have to use your powers to blast down the door, but when it came to killing, you just had to do it,

Just as you were starting to gather your power, Satan tapped your shoulder “Are you going to eat breakfast?” your stomach rumbled, Satan chuckled lightly “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

You followed him to the dining room, completely forgetting about wanting to satisfy your urge to kill and instead focusing on satiating your hunger.

Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor were there as well. They were already eating their food, well Beel was doing the eating. Asmodeus was taking pictures of his food and posting it on instagram, while Belphegor was snoring away.

You sat down on your chair, you studied your plate, on your plate was a traditional British breakfast. Consisting of back bacon, scrambled eggs, grilled tomatoes, fried mushrooms, buttered toast, and sausages.

You stabbed your fork into the sausage taking a large bite out of it. You swallowed, “This tastes good.” Satan only hummed in reply. 

You ate most of your plate already, you were pretty full. “Can I have the rest of your food, MC?” Beelzebub asked you, “Are you sure you’re not full Beel?” He smiled “I have plenty of room MC, now will you give me the rest of your plate?” you shrugged, “If you say so.” you passed your plate over to him, he gave you his thanks. 

He ate savagely. There were crumbs on his stuffed face which he proceeded to stuff even more. 

He had finished eating your plate already. He had his eyes set on Belphegor’s plate, like a predator to its prey. 

He grabbed Belphegor’s plate, he ate it greedily. Not leaving a single crumb on the plate, those crumbs stuck to his face.

Sighing at how many crumbs were on his face, you dragged your thumb towards the cheek with most crumbs, wiping the crumbs off, proceeding to lick them off your finger.

Beel stared at you, it took him a whole minute to process what just happened. His face grew red, he spluttered in confusion. “Di-did you just- D-did you?”

You laughed, “You look like a big red tomato.”

Reblog to kill it faster

I'm starting to think I have a type

Ilithid Tav: Do you still love me?

Shadowheart: I'm willing to try, but...let's be discrete about it. Maybe put a bag over your head.

Lae'zel: I'm out. Later.

Wyll: Yes, but...let's stuff you in a corner somewhere. I'll visit when I can.

Halsin: ...Let's take it slow.

Karlach: To the hells and back. No, literally. Come to hell with me.

Astarion: Gods you're ugly. Are you even still you? I guess we can try it, but I'd rather be friends.

Minthara: Of course. I'm a freak in the sheets. Now let's go kill something.

Gale: PUBLIC WEDDING! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! NOTHING WILL KEEP US APART!

Art by: Varlfhanred

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