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@raven8239953 @CarrieCnh12 *SIR David to you

@CarrieCnh12 Sighhhh I love David🥲🥲🥲

100 years. He's seen this planet change I'm ways very few of us alone can understand and has stood steadfast in preaching about environmental conservation being vital to human survival, while technocrats like Altman, Thiel and O'Leary are doing everything to make sure we don't.

@nocontextmemes Remember when people thought his death would spark a civil war

@KacperPaczek @miketam76 @creepydotorg There was a poll in London during the UK whether the population blamed all the Germans or just the Nazi government for the war, and the vast majority always blamed the Nazis specifically. Let’s not forget the extensive collaboration of people with the nazis.

@miketam76 @creepydotorg Calling the perpetrators “Nazis” instead of “Germans” is whitewashing the perpetrators and blurring their responsibility. During the war, no one referred to the Nazis while fighting them. Everyone spoke of the Germans.

Last photos of 14-year-old Polish girl Czesława Kwoka, who was murdered in Auschwitz with a phenol injection to the heart. Moments earlier, a female guard had beaten her in the face with a stick because she did not understand what was being said to her. Wilhelm Brasse, the prisoner forced to photograph her, said the girl wiped her tears and the blood from her lower lip before the pictures were taken.

@sugurudeimos Imu’s reveal

is there a manga spoiler more widespread than gojo’s death

@Raw_Combat_ This the second person I saw getting slammed on the ground and breaking their neck on Twitter within an hour

Girl breaks her neck after getting slammed by a man for cutting in line at the pool

@aqua_twting Light’s tragedy is that he could have used his powers for good, but he thinks he’s doing just that

Kira literally manipulates everything around him, he even made the bus hijacker be able to see the shinigami so he can be killed 😭

@MrPitbull07 Ho Chi Minh and their baby

A pregnant French schoolteacher walked alone into the Gestapo headquarters in Lyon, France, sat down across from one of the most feared Nazi torturers in occupied Europe, and talked him into letting her marry her condemned husband — all to set up the escape she had already planned. Her name was Lucie Aubrac. She was 31 years old, five months pregnant, and she had exactly one weapon: nerve. By the summer of 1943, Lyon had become the most dangerous city in occupied France. The Gestapo had taken control. Klaus Barbie — the man they called the Butcher of Lyon — ran his operation out of the Hôtel Terminus, where prisoners were taken for interrogation and often never seen again. The city was full of informants. Every café, every street corner, every apartment block was watched. Lucie and her husband Raymond had been living double lives for three years. On the surface they were a history teacher and an engineer. Underneath they were two of the most active Resistance organizers in southern France. They had founded their own underground network — Libération-Sud — out of nothing, starting with chalk graffiti on walls and building it into a real fighting force. On June 21, 1943, Raymond was arrested at a secret Resistance meeting. He was taken to Montluc Prison and sentenced to death. The Nazis were in no hurry to kill him — they wanted information first — but the end was not in doubt. Lucie understood exactly what Montluc Prison meant. She had seen what happened to the people who went in and did not come out. So she went to see Klaus Barbie. She walked into the Hôtel Terminus alone. She told the receptionist she needed to speak to the officer who had sentenced her fiancé to death. She was admitted to Barbie's office. She sat down. And she told him a story. She was not Raymond's wife, she said. She was his fiancée. She was pregnant with his child. She was a respectable woman in a desperate situation. All she wanted was to marry him before he was executed — to give their baby a father's name, to save what little honor she had left. The story had just enough tragedy in it, just enough simplicity, that Barbie agreed. He granted permission for a prison wedding. What Barbie did not know was that Lucie had already assembled a commando team. On October 21, 1943, Raymond and fifteen other prisoners were loaded into a vehicle and driven through the streets of Lyon following the brief prison ceremony. They were heading back to Montluc. They never arrived. Resistance cars moved in from both ends of the street, boxing the convoy in. Armed fighters opened fire. Six German guards were killed in the ambush. The prisoner vehicle was smashed open. Raymond and the other prisoners were pulled out, bundled into waiting cars, and driven to safety. Lucie was six months pregnant when she led that raid. It was the only time during the entire Second World War that Gestapo personnel were attacked on the street in occupied France. After the ambush, the Aubracs fled to London, where their second child was born. Charles de Gaulle became the baby's godfather. After the war, a Vietnamese nationalist leader named Ho Chi Minh became godfather to their third child. The couple returned to France and lived ordinary and extraordinary lives side by side — teacher, engineer, parents, grandparents, witnesses to a century. Raymond and Lucie remained together for 68 years. Lucie died in Paris in 2007 at the age of 94. Raymond died five years later in 2012 at the age of 97. At the time of his death he was the last surviving member of the eight Resistance leaders arrested at that June 1943 meeting. In his final years, Raymond was asked many times what he wanted people to remember about Lucie. He always gave the same kind of answer. He said she was not reckless. She was not acting out of passion. She was a historian. She understood exactly what was happening and exactly what it meant. She just refused to accept it.

@1eozinho01 Tried to end it all when I was eleven, but I failed and never told anyone and haven’t tried since and hopefully never will

Oq será que leva uma criança de 10 anos a ficar tao mal ao ponto de n suportar ficar viva mds

@genospsychosis “It doesn’t look like they share equally in that wealth.” *shows fire nation sharing his wealth by paying an earth nation citizen for a service thereby contributing to the economy*

“My hands are tied Aang, Yu Dao was promised to the Fire Nation 100 years ago”

@P_Kallioniemi @JaakkolaKaarina Putin is quite popular in Israel, as they see him as a strong leader. Israel isn’t the democracy people might think it is.

Netanyahu's Israel is NOT an ally of Ukraine - this should be perfectly clear to everyone at this point.

@dqveed Good luck prosecuting them though, it’s an army full of lawyers.

"I was just following orders" was rejected as a defence at the Nuremberg trials by the way

@tragicbirdapp I still think ‘Epstein’ had it the worst. Out of context that sounds really wrong.

@ThatEricAlper I love how someone kept it for thousands of years

@Hesam0131 @nzstocksman @Pedro_Torrijos That’s not what Mr. bzeek would want you to say

@nzstocksman @Pedro_Torrijos Burn in an eternal unending hell. May this curse stay on you for all time.

Este hombre se llama Mohamed Bzeek, vive en California y esa niña que tiene en brazos murió pocos días después de que le hicieran la foto, también en sus brazos. No era su hija. Era uno de los diez niños que han muerto bajo su cuidado. Porque Bzeek es padre de acogida y solo acoge a niños en estado terminal, para que no mueran solos. Nació en Trípoli en 1954, antes de irse de Libia corría maratones. En 1978 entró en Estados Unidos con un visado de estudiante y allí se quedó. Vive en Azusa, una de esas localidades del extrarradio de Los Ángeles por donde circulan camiones y donde las casas tienen una pinta genérica, agrupadas sin llamar la atención. En 1989 conoció a Dawn Rowe, que ya era madre de acogida desde principios de los ochenta, se casaron y empezaron a acoger juntos. En 1995 tomaron la decisión de dedicarse exclusivamente a niños con enfermedades terminales, los que nadie quería. Me pregunto cómo fue ese momento exacto en que dos personas se sientan en una cocina y deciden que van a abrir su casa a los niños que se mueren, y en cómo esa decisión se toma, sin actas, sin nada que la registre, y sin embargo organiza el resto de una vida. La primera niña que murió en su casa tenía un año, espina bífida, parte de la columna le crecía fuera de la piel. Murió el 4 de julio de 1991, mientras Mohamed se duchaba y Dawn preparaba la cena, él recuerda haber salido del baño y haber encontrado médicos en su salón. Lloró tres días. Desde entonces ha acogido a unos ochenta niños, diez han muerto en sus brazos. El condado de Los Ángeles, cuatro millones de habitantes, lo llama cuando no hay nadie más. Lo llaman el padre de último recurso. Muchos llegan sin nombre, nacen en hospitales y los abandonan, las familias no los nombran y en el papel pone "Baby boy", "Baby girl". Mohamed los nombra, les pone un nombre antes de que mueran. Un nombre es gratis, cuatro sílabas, pero ese gesto, cuando se pone el nombre, decide si un niño que vivirá tres semanas existirá como persona o como registro administrativo. Su hijo biológico, Adam, nació con osteogénesis imperfecta y enanismo, se ha roto casi todos los huesos del cuerpo. Dawn murió en 2015 de una enfermedad pulmonar y desde entonces Mohamed sigue solo, solo puede ocuparse de un niño a la vez. Cuando un periodista del Los Angeles Times entró en su casa en 2017 cuidaba de una niña de seis años con microcefalia, ciega, sorda, pies zambos, caderas dislocadas, no movía brazos ni piernas, tenía convulsiones. La había recibido con siete semanas de vida y le habían dicho que viviría unos meses. La sostenía durante las convulsiones y le hablaba aunque no oyera. Sé que no puede oír, sé que no puede ver, pero le hablo, tiene sentimientos, es un ser humano. En 2016, a Bzeek le diagnosticaron cáncer de colon, le pidió tiempo al médico, no puedo operarme todavía, tengo a un niño en casa que es terminal y tengo a mi hijo, que es discapacitado, no hay nadie más para ellos. En el hospital, ingresado, solo, dijo que por primera vez entendió lo que sentían los niños que cuidaba. Si yo a esta edad estoy asustado, cómo estarán ellos. Se operó y siguió. Bzeek es musulmán practicante. Su historia se hizo internacional en febrero de 2017, justo cuando Trump firmó la orden ejecutiva que vetaba la entrada en Estados Unidos a ciudadanos de siete países de mayoría musulmana, Libia era uno de ellos. Ese mismo mes, en Azusa, el único padre de acogida de toda la ciudad de Los Ángeles dispuesto a llevarse a casa a los niños terminales era un libio musulmán. Aunque mi corazón se rompa, dijo una vez, la muerte es parte de la vida, estoy con ellos hasta el final, los conforto, los quiero, quiero que sientan que tienen una familia, que tienen a alguien. Que no están solos.

@Osher1One A shame the Japanese cremate their dead. We should have studied his brain.

Miura was absolutley just flexing in volume 34. In what world would you need 60 spread pages in a single volume? He was a the top of his game here.

@CaseDouger96630 @WarMonitorClips Many did, indoctrination will do that to you

@WarMonitorClips American kids volunteered for service. I don't think these kids volunteered.

Allied troops capturing German soldiers and realising they are just kids

@xalertnow That’s why you always touch something you’re not sure is hot/powered with the back of your hand

🌏 INDIA 🇮🇳 | ELECTROCUCIÓN⚡️Y MUERTE 💀 EN LAS VÍAS DEL TREN 🚂 En Meerut, una persona murió de manera dolorosa al pegarse a los cables del ferrocarril 🛤️

@roadagained This panel awakened something in me and still don’t know or want to know.

I like how often Josuke just damns his enemies to eternal suffering instead of killing them

@MillennialWoes It’s like a nature documentary. They check out the body to see what happened and then go on about their day.

This seems to be a thing. Indians just don't react to medical emergency in the way that humans do.

@nuggiesforlunch There is no correct way to eat it and yet you did it wrong

I’m getting spammed to give my review so here it is 🫡 I cut it in half with my fork and ate it that way, I’ll try another way next time 🫣 I think it’s great! It’s light & creamy, sweet but enjoyable. I’ll rate it 8/10 because I think fresh ones from bakeries will be better 🧡