I Just Came Back From Getting A Drink And The Avs Just Scored 🙏 Seems Like They're Trying To Make

oscar going "pleasee" because lando rang the bell without consulting him first 😭😭

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the suspension of the indus waters treaty by india isn’t just a diplomatic blunder, it’s an existential threat to pakistan. india’s move to weaponize water—an act that blatantly disregards decades of international law and cooperation—is a stark violation of the spirit of the 1960 treaty, which was hailed as one of the few successful examples of cooperation between two deeply divided nations. for pakistan, this treaty was more than a technical agreement; it was a lifeline, ensuring access to the waters that sustain 80% of its irrigated agriculture. india’s threat to disrupt this flow, a reaction born from the latest kashmir violence, is a strategic misstep that doesn’t just endanger pakistan’s economy, but its very survival. the indus river system, which is entirely controlled by india upstream, has been a flashpoint of geopolitical manipulation since partition. the first major attempt to weaponize water occurred in 1948 when india blocked pakistan’s access to the rivers, resulting in the 1960 negotiations. the treaty that followed was a testament to the understanding that even in a region rife with conflict, some issues transcended politics. yet, india’s current approach echoes the cynical unilateralism that has defined its treatment of pakistan since the 1947 partition, where strategic interest always trumped mutual benefit. also, india's suspension of the simla agreement, which was signed after the brutal 1971 war, is a major blow to any remaining avenues of bilateral dialogue. that agreement was a cornerstone of post conflict diplomacy, aimed at fostering peaceful coexistence despite the traumatic legacies of war. india’s withdrawal from this framework further proves the extent to which it’s willing to abandon even the most basic principles of peace and stability in favor of militarized nationalism. pakistan, already facing economic turmoil, is now confronted with an india that seems determined to provoke an escalation at every turn. whether through water, trade, or the military skirmishes at the line of control. meanwhile pakistan has consistently called for dialogue, for diplomacy, and for adherence to international treaties. yet, it finds itself isolated, with india leveraging its military and economic dominance, while pakistan faces the perilous consequences of its own limited geopolitical maneuverability. india’s military first strategy, emboldened by a nuclear arsenal, undermines the possibility of any meaningful de-escalation, putting the entire region on the brink of catastrophe.

to frame this as merely another india-pakistan flare up is to ignore the broader narrative of asymmetry and historical injustice. india, with its economic and military supremacy, seeks to impose a new order that threatens pakistan’s sovereignty at every turn. pakistan’s calls for peace are drowned out by india’s relentless aggression, leaving pakistan with little choice but to stand firm. now, will the world stand by as india reshapes the subcontinent’s geopolitical map at the expense of its smaller neighbor, or will it hold india accountable for actions that risk a wider catastrophe?

read pt.1 here

uh warning for blood again and again it's not that descriptive lol

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it was late when bucky finally came home. you heard him before you saw him, the soft shuffle of boots by the door, the quiet clink of keys landing in the dish you’d both agreed was “aesthetic” even though neither of you actually cared.

he let out a long, tired breath, the kind that said today had been a lot. maybe it was training. maybe it was meetings. maybe someone said something stupid and he had to keep himself from punching them through a wall. again. you were curled up on the couch, wearing one of his old shirts, frayed at the collar, soft from years of washes, still smelling faintly like him. you’d gotten home an hour or so earlier, dropped your things, kicked off your boots, and started to decompress. or at least, you tried. but you were hungry.

not food hungry. not in the usual sense. not in the way normal people were after a long day. no—this was the kind of hunger that settled behind your ribs and tugged at your spine. it stirred quietly at first, but by the time bucky walked in, it was loud. gnawing. electric. he stepped into the living room, face softening the second he saw you.

“hey, baby,” he said, dropping his bag near the table.

“hi,” you murmured, eyes locked on him.

he paused. tilted his head, a little amused. a little curious.

“you eat?”

you shook your head. “not yet.”

he gave a low, knowing laugh and moved toward the bookshelf. “figured. you’ve got that look in your eye.”

you watched him as he pulled out a dog eared paperback, one you’d seen him reread a dozen times. his vibranium arm caught the lamplight as he settled into the armchair across from you, thumbing open the book.

you didn’t move for a second. just watched him. the curve of his throat, the line of his jaw, the way the muscles in his forearm flexed slightly as he turned the page. the gold and brown light painted across his skin like something holy. you rose without a sound. padded across the room, slow and careful, but there was nothing predatory about it. not really. this wasn’t about taking. this was about wanting. needing. he didn’t flinch when you slid into his lap. didn’t say a word when you nuzzled your nose against his neck, breathing him in.

“rough day?” you asked, voice soft.

“mm,” he hummed, eyes scanning the page. “long. annoying. too many people talking and not enough doing.”

your lips brushed the edge of his jaw.

“you gonna fix that for me?” he asked, teasing now, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“maybe,” you said, letting your lips trail down the column of his throat. “depends if you let me.”

he tilted his head back slightly, exposing more skin, still pretending to read. “i always let you.”

your fangs pressed gently to his pulse point. he didn’t flinch. didn’t tense. just sighed, low and content.

“you smell good,” you murmured.

“you always say that,” he muttered, flipping the page.

“it’s always true.”

you licked a slow stripe across the side of his neck, tasting the salt there, the warmth, the faintest trace of iron beneath his skin. his heart beat steady and strong.

“go ahead,” he whispered.

you didn’t need to be told twice.

your mouth opened over his neck, your fangs sinking in with practiced ease. he inhaled sharply through his nose, his hand tightening on the armrest. the blood hit your tongue warm and rich, heady like dark wine and something deeper underneath. like rain on hot pavement. like warmth in winter.

he kept reading. barely even twitched.

you fed slowly, taking your time, mouth sealed to his skin, one hand on his chest to steady yourself. he was warm, solid beneath you. grounding. he murmured something you couldn’t hear, probably reacting to something in the book. your hunger quieted, replaced by that soft hum of connection, the bond between you thick in the air. this was trust. this was something holy.

when you finally pulled back, lips still tingling, you licked the punctures clean. they were already closing, healing faster than they should. his eyes met yours, still half lidded, still calm.

“better?” he asked.

“mmhm.”

you shifted in his lap, curling against his chest. he closed the book and wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“good,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “hate seeing my girl all hungry.”

you smiled.

you fell asleep like that, tangled up in him, warm and full, the city beyond your windows fading into a hush. let them call him a hero. let the world watch him save it over and over again. you had him first. and he was home with you.

the royals might not have a world series title this decade, but at least we’re not the padres... or the marlins.

afternoon reading.

was thinking of peaceful moments at the manor during jason’s childhood.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021) Thunderbolts* (2025)

thsnk god. can’t believe i survived that game.

just felt my heartbeat between my thighs seeing this gif 😩 can't wait to watch this movie tomorrow goddamn

credit to @gydima original gifset