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palestine masterpost-masterpost
i've been trying my best to collect a bunch of links to other, more structured resources about the genocide in gaza, and what you, reading this, can do about it, that i'm going to compile here.
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less and less people are talking about gaza every day, but it is still a very real crisis.
education, donations, speaking out, global links (masterpost)
links to contextual articles
for americans - state/congressional contacts
how you can help palestine - donations, petitions, campaigns, upcoming protests (masterpost)
non-politically motivated charity links
canary mission
petitions and congressional contact (masterpost)
education, current news, taking action, direct action and donations, current protests (masterpost)
small monetary actions
2700 ebooks on israel and palestine, available for free
thorough article by storiesfromgaza, dated 10/30/23
targeted boycott + bds
how to find state/congressional contacts, bds, email template, donation links
sudan and congo
egypt, us/uk/canada/europe congressional contacts
direct links to help palestine
educate yourself (twitter links)
translating gaza (instagram link)
bds/targeted boycott information
compilation of palestine info and how to support it (masterpost), dated 10/28/23
latest info as of 11/3/23 and large amounts of immediate action to take (masterpost)
history of palestine and israel - articles, books, films, social media (masterpost)
socials to follow
journalists in north gaza
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Keiji always knew Koutaoru has a gentle touch.
He isn't foreign to the callouses and marks that etched along his partner's fingers. His high school years informed him much that his star could send spike after spike relentlessly, the sound resonating throughout a gym, arena even if Bokuto was eager enough. There on the sidelines he'd look over to see Bokuto sending in the most obnoxious high five, wishing the unfortunate soul that would be on the receiving end of Bokuto's "pat" to the back a get well soon and seen how enthusiastic Bokuto's every movements have been over the years he's known him.
However, Keiji knows just how gentle Koutarou's touch had always been.
For those very same hands were the ones that welcomed him warmly when he first joined Fukurodani's volleyball team. Those same eager movements so easily passed and shared food to him from his bento box. Such hands offered him kindness Keiji didn't think he should hold when his thoughts started to overrun him.
They wrapped bandages around his fingers from careless mistakes and hasty injuries, they hugged his own fingers tight and offered warmth when Akaashi's own fingers were surrounded in cold. Such movements held him close when he sobbed, fingers interlaced as the curtains closed on their last match and they offered their goodbye to the court.
If Keiji can trace along his skin, he could trace the fondest memory of Bokuto quietly reaching for his hands, looking him in the eyes and telling him the most earnest words with the stars being their only witness, an earnest I love you.
By then Koutarou's touch had only grown more gentle, stolen touches underneath the table during group dinners, merely sitting side by side a bench or finding comfort in sharing a bed and finding rest in each other's presence.
Keiji always knew Koutaoru has a gentle touch.
And as he watched from the distance, there is something to be said about how small and fragile a young child's hand could be as it reached out for Koutarou's own. The little kid jumped and hollered, bouncing as it requested for Koutarou to teach him how to spike once more. If anything Koutarou was surrounded by numerous children, all running and prodding to learn volleyball that their eagerness almost had Koutarou being swept up in their tidal wave of unbridled energy.
A reflection of who Koutarou once was, a reflection of who Koutarou still is regardless of all the years that have passed.
It makes Keiji laugh.
It makes Keiji smile.
It makes Keiji cry, almost.
He watches on as Koutarou eagerly but carefully guides those children, positioning their arms and rubbing their heads over a successful spike, hands so full of care and love that Keiji could never feel so deserving of it even now.
Keiji always knew Koutarou has a gentle touch, and in turn he wants to offer all those in kind. Offer his support, his care, his love really to the man that had left him speechless since day one. To the man who still leaves him speechless with all the children he's surrounded by.
And as Keiji stands up from the bleachers and makes his way over to Koutarou and the kids, there's he would offer Koutarou his own gentle touch, with one hand holding Koutarou's own and the other holding a ring from behind with the promise of forever.
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For Bokuto and Akaashi's first Valentine’s Day together, it’s surprisingly Akaashi who goes all-out with the stereotypical gifts and traditions.
He buys Bokuto a large bouquet of red roses, makes a homemade greeting card complete with an original love poem that he wrote, and even attempts to bake a batch of homemade chocolates (those are the least successful, but Bokuto will probably eat them anyway).
They meet up at the train station near Bokuto’s university. The older boy’s face splits into a delighted grin when he sees the flowers.
“Wow! Thanks!” Their fingers brush as he accepts the bouquet. “I didn’t think you’d like any of this super romantic sort of stuff!”
Akaashi blushes hotly. “Well, I don’t,” he admits. “But I know that you do, so…”
Bokuto brings him in for a close hug and a peck on the cheek. “And I barely did anything because I know that you don’t!” He laughs. “What a pair we are. Eh, Akaashi?”
Akaashi chuckles. “Yes, I suppose we are.”
They walk slowly back to Bokuto’s dorm, where Akaashi quickly presents his boyfriend with his other gifts.
“You’re really showing me up here!” Bokuto says, mouth already full of candy. His eyes shimmer with something like wonder as he reads his personalized valentine card for the umpteenth time.
Akaashi rolls his eyes. “It’s not a competition, Bokuto-san.”
“I know that!” Bokuto leans across the couch to retrieve something from his gym bag. “But I mean… compared to all of this, my present really isn’t much…”
Akaashi spots the gift and his heart immediately starts racing.
It’s a box. A small, black, velvet box with silver hinges. It’s the type of box that can only hold one very specific thing.
Akaashi feels his jaw drop. He and Bokuto have only been together for six months! They’re still so young! It couldn’t be—
It’s a ring. A simple, silver ring with a wavy golden design carved through the middle. Akaashi notices the color is a very similar shade to his boyfriend’s eyes. “Bo-Bokuto-san, I…”
“It’s just a promise ring!” Bokuto exclaims, waving his arms around frantically. “I’m not—I’m not asking you to marry me or anything! I mean, not yet… I know that’ll come eventually, but…”
Akaashi chokes on nothing as Bokuto just keeps rambling.
“… it’s just a symbol! Yeah, like, a symbol of our… umm, love?” He raises his right hand swiftly to show off a matching ring. This one has a blue-green design—Akaashi’s eyes.
“Bokuto-san, y-you definitely got me the most romantic gift.” Akaashi is embarrassed at how fast he’s tearing up. “And you said it was ‘barely anything?’ R-ridiculous!” He hurriedly takes out the ring and slips it on.
Bokuto chuckles and grabs his hand. Their fingers intertwine, the two silver bands touching briefly. Akaashi takes a deep breath, momentarily overwhelmed, and Bokuto patiently waits for him to recover.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Keiji,” Bokuto says, and Akaashi feels like he’s floating.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Koutarou.”
// This story was first written in 2021. The original was riddled with errors, so I decided to repost. I wanted to expand it and upload it to A03… but I ran out of steam. It’s been a really rough week. Still, I hope you enjoyed this little thing. Please comment and share if you did!
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