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A PALESTINIAN CITIZEN AND HIS DOG FROM GAZA RAISES THE VICTORY SIGN FROM INSIDE HIS DESTROYED HOME. X

While standing in line trying to get some food in the southern Gaza Strip, he yelled at the journalist Fakri Ibrahim, saying: 'Send this picture to Israel and the world.'

Okay, here's my idea:

The British should put a time limit on the Monarchy.

Not like declaring a republic tomorrow, but deciding on a date in the future that ends the British Monarchy.

And there's a perfect date for it coming up!

October 14th, 2066.

A thousand years since the Battle of Hastings. A thousand years of this one specific bloodline ruling England.

Call time on the Monarchy after exactly one thousand years. Nice, and neat.

Even better: Charles isn't living 44 years. He'll be gone in about twenty. Now William? He's what, 40? Yeah, he can live another 44 years. His great grandmother was over a hundred, his granny was 96, William can make it to 84 barring accident or assassination.

So on October 14th 2066, William the Last steps down a thousand years after William the First won the crown.

Nice, neat, and fair. William gets the crown he's been waiting forty years for already, but ten-year-old George grows up without expectation of it.

Have a nice big abdication ceremony, even.

I've been feeling quite bad about my art for a while now and I decided to compile some of my Realm of the Elderlings fanarts as a reminder to myself that I've never drawn this much in a single year before (and it's not even August yet) and that being hard on myself won't get me anywhere. If anything, it only kills the motivation to draw. Hopefully it gets better, because there's so much I wanna draw!

You seek a false comfort that I define myself for you with words.

Words do not contain or define any person. A heart can, if it is willing. 

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.’

Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass (via aegeane)

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Guan Shan: He Tian, can you please put the dinner in the oven at 120 degrees.

He Tian: Sure babe~

TianShan Cooking: 1 - 2

"She was trying to tiptoe around his moods and desires, making herself smaller to fit into the space he left her, though no space would ever be small enough."

(Or what you will, Jo Walton)

The sanctions won't even work on a group like Lions' Den so this is just pointless anti Palestinian-ism