‘I Wish For Death’ - Twelve-year-old Alma Says. She Fled Bombing And Shelling Twice Before The Third

Nino: Dude, calm down.

Adrien: To quote Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 3, Line 92, ‘No’.

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Pass along and use the shit out of them

Day 14

Tuesday

Dreams

@adrienagresteseptember2021

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It wasn’t much of a task. They were supposed to write down their childhood dream for class.

But for some reason Adrien had still struggled with the task.

He watched a lot of old recordings and looked at his drawings and some pictures.

In the end, he was satisfied with the outcome of his research.

And Mme. Bustier was now asking everyone what their childhood dream was-is, it depends.

She started with Nino, logically.

“I wanted to be a bubble breathing dinosaur.”

Nino earned a few chuckles for that.

“What a nice dream, Nino. Adrien?”

“Oh, I always wanted to be what my parents want me to be and to make them proud of me.”

“How nice of you, but do you also have a childhood dream of what you wanted to be for yourself and not your parents?”

“I just want to be the perfect son for them and make them proud.”

“Alright. Marinette, what is your childhood dream?”

Adrien felt like he said something wrong, maybe he understood the task wrong.

“I dreamt of being the knitting fairy.”

“Well, you’re on a good way to become a sewing fairy. Alya?”

“I’m not sure miss, I can’t remember and neither can my family.”

“That’s alright, Alya, don’t worry. Ivan?”

“I wanted to have long and pretty hair like my mother.”

“Your hair may not be very long but it’s very pretty. Nathaniel, what about you?”

“I dreamed about being a comedian.”

No, he did understand the task right and he did as told.

“I have to say, some of your comics are pretty funny. Juleka?”

“Do I have to?”

“No, of course not. If you don’t feel comfortable sharing then that’s completely fine. Rose, do you want to share?”

“I wanted to be an angel because they help people like doctors or fairies.”

Maybe Mme Bustier didn’t like his answer, but he fulfilled the task.

Mme Bustier smiles sadly at that.

“You would’ve been the greatest angel. Max?”

“Roboter.”

“I hope building one is as good. Kim?”

“...”

“He fantasized about being a model.”

It was an interesting thought.

“I don’t know if this was you place to answer Alix, but your turn now.”

“I wanted to be the best at everything I want break every existing rule or boundary.”

“Then nothing much changed. Myléne?”

“I-i often pretended to be a plant.”

“What a beautiful dream. Okay, Chloé?”

“I wanted to be like my mommy.”

There’s it again! The same expression Mme Bustier had at his answer!

He knew Chloé and her mother didn’t have the best relationship so it was understandable.

But what is wrong with his answer?

He doesn’t have much time to dwell on it as the class broke out into laughter over Sabrina’s childhood dream wanting to be a Rock’n’Roll legend, not being able to imagine it.

The Electronic Intifada

There is no such thing as childhood in Gaza

Israeli attacks expose Palestinian children to daily horrors.

Children in Gaza can tell an F-16 from an F-35 from a drone. They know a whole litany of things that are beyond their years. Things that they shouldn’t have to know. Over 10,000 children have been killed in Gaza. The children who have survived have seen their families, friends and neighbors killed by the Israeli army. They have seen near-death by starvation and death by suffocation, under the rubble and by explosion. Children in Gaza do not have the luxury of death being a mystery. It is a daily presence. If a child in Gaza is hungry, they know not to throw a tantrum. They have become used to feeling hunger. The same is true of the cold. Every child in Gaza now knows what it is to be unhoused, to sleep in a tent or on the streets in winter.

Jason: *on private line* Swanhead.

Tim: Red Hood. Don’t call me that. What is it?

Jason: Send me my location, I don’t know where I am.

Tim: Hold-

Dick: *batkids group channel* Hey Baby Bird.

Tim: Nightwing. Again don’t call me-you know what? Nevermind. What’s the problem?

Dick: I need you to send me my location, I got kidnapped overseas.

Tim: Red Hood too.

Jason: Hey! I didn’t get kidnapped, I was violently taken hostage for a minor drug deal that went wrong. Totally different.

Tim: Right.

Jason: Listen here you little shi-

Dick: Oh, Little Wing’s in Belarus. Coordinates: 53.6212, 27.94683 and there’s a bike nearby he can use to get to the aircraft landing space close by but he’ll have to be careful because it’s swarmed by mean-looking guards.

Tim: …..

Jason: Since when are the guards nice-looking?

Dick: Little Wing, when you get kidnapped as often as I do, you get to pick and choose who you like.

Tim: Not getting into that mess but how’d you know Jason’s coordinates?

Dick: Older Sibling’s Intuition!

Tim and Jason: Bullshit.

Tim: Anyway, I’ll send Batman to pick you up.

Dick: Wait, no, Batman will bring Robin and little D just went over to J-Superboy’s house to play video games.

Tim: ….Okay, then I’ll send Batgirl.

Dick: No Batgirl’s throwing it back at a frat party so don’t bother her. She’s winning.

Tim: Orphan.

Dick: No she’s busy dismantling an underground mercenary establishment in Shanghai.

Tim: I’ll-

Dick: Nah, enjoy your date with your golden teddy bear tonight. It’s also a bit of a distance to go from Gotham to Metropolis to pick up your other one.

Tim: OKAY HOW DO YOU KNOW EVERYONE’S LOCATION BUT YOUR OWN?!

Dick: ….Tee Hee 😋✨

Jason: *muffled* did he just “Tee Hee?”

Tim: ….where are the kidnappers, I gotta rescue them.

Dick: *in the background on Dick’s line: sobbing and nonstop muffled thank you’s*

Dick: Whaddya mean? They’re fine. Right, guys? *more crying heard*

Tim: Dick….

Jason: *on private channel* Shushhh. Just let him have this. Still send help though. For them.

welcome to the soukoku switch au: father’s day edition 🎉

(1/3) FOR SURE!! atsushi thinks it’s a cheesy gift and is embarrassed but the ada thinks it’s cute ( ask from: @madmarchhare )

(2/3) and on the other hand we have the (not so fatherly) interactions between dazai and akutagawa

(3/3) WELCOME TO THE FAMILY ANON!!

“No one came to Google to work on offensive military technology” 

- Vidana Abdel Khalek wrote in her mail resigning from Google on March 25 addressing to company leaders, including CEO Sundar Pichai, announcing her decision to quit in protest over Project Nimbus.

Myléne: I admire that when babies don’t want to hold something anymore, they just drop it.