“But do not use that genocide to describe another one!”

Iconic words.

The Great American Eclipse, Cloud Halo

Due to cloud cover in Burlington, the outer corona was obscured but resulted in this beautiful halo around the totally eclipsed Sun

UPDATE 4:02pm EST: Mondoweiss has verified in their article that the family is asking "that no one make donations to fundraisers unless specifically organized by our families." Thanks to @justaboutsnapped for flagging this!

Three Palestinian college students were shot and wounded in Burlington, Vermont Saturday evening, local Vermont TV station WCAX reported. The victims, unnamed by police, reportedly include Brown undergraduate Hesham Awartani ’25, as well as Kinnan Abdelhamid and Tahseen Ahmed, students at Haverford College and Trinity College, respectively. Police statements did not identify a shooter or indicate that a suspect is in custody; the Council on American-Islamic Relations is offering a $10,000 reward for information leading to an arrest, The Messenger reported.  The shooting took place at 6:25 p.m. Saturday, and safety personnel brought all three victims to the University of Vermont Medical Center, according to VTDigger. Awartani and Ahmed sustained serious injuries, according to a statement from their high school in the West Bank. The Arab American Anti-Discrimination Committee has called upon authorities to investigate the incident as a hate crime. The organization wrote in a statement that “the three victims were wearing a kuffiyeh and speaking Arabic. A man shouted and harassed the victims, then proceeded to shoot them."  Brown is aware of the incident but could not confirm the identity of the victims, University Spokesperson Amanda McGregor wrote in an email to The Herald. “We received the difficult news from the family this morning that a Brown undergraduate currently enrolled in his junior year at the University is in the hospital after being shot while out of state for the Thanksgiving break,” McGregor wrote. “We’re not at liberty to release details about his health status or his identity, but we are actively offering care to the family and support to our student, as well as members of our campus community.” All three students attended Ramallah Friends School in the West Bank before attending college in the U.S., according to a Facebook post from the school. “Ramallah Friends School board, administration, staff and community are deeply distressed by the recent incident involving three of our graduates, Hisham Awartani, Kinnan Abdel Hamid and Tahseen Ahmed who were shot and injured last evening in Burlington, VT,” the school wrote in the post. “While we are relieved to know that they are alive, we remain uncertain about their condition and hold them in the light. We extend our thoughts and prayers to them and their families for a full recovery, especially considering the severity of injuries,” the statement continued. “We stand united in hope and support for their well-being during this challenging time.” [...] Basil Awartani, who identified himself as Hisham Awartani’s cousin, shared in a post on X that “My cousin Hisham has been shot in the back while walking with his friends in Burlington for simply wearing kuffiyehs and speaking Arabic. Dangerous performative rhetoric from US pundits and politicians as well as constant dehumanization of Palestinians has a real-life cost.”

-- "Brown junior among three Palestinian students shot in Vermont Saturday night" from Brown Daily Herald, 26 Nov 2023 12:36pm EST

Kinnan Abdelhamid is a student at Haverford College in Pennsylvania and Tahseen Ahmed is a student at Trinity College in Connecticut. Their current condition is unknown.

Hotel Vermont, Burlington, Vt, ca. 1910.

Timberland boat shoes and Burlington black nylon socks.

E Union Street, Burlington, New Jersey.

Short video of the eclipse, please excuse my excitement.. omg.. Venus rises as the moon closes in, look to the bottom right. Great fun, I would totally do this again. @thethirdman8 highly recommends finding the path of totality.

When you flat out admitted this genocide doesn’t really count.

But, hey, you are a feminist.

Burlington City Council being socially relevant for once.

Girl boss genocide.

Parking garage lightwell

Burlington, Vermont -- 7/18/13

Stuck storming Pt.2

Pairings: Weems x R (Platonic)

Word count: 1.7K

Summary: You and Weems are still stuck in Burlington. Your still sick, weems is in touch with her parental side.

TW: flooding, sickness (like flu symptoms), medicine

A/n Im slowly working my way through your requests :)

When she returned with the supplies, she looked over at you. You had drifted off to a fevered sleep and she was thankful she had locked the car when she left. She reached over and felt your check for signs of improvement concern only growing as she felt that your fever had risen in her absence.

Placing the goods in the backseat she turned the engine on and made her way back to the apartment.

She looked over at you and immediately felt bad. She couldn’t carry you and the things from the chemist so she would have to wake you up. She felt guilty for making you come with. After gently rousing you from your sleep she guided you back to the building under the safety of the umbrella.

After the two of you were back in the apartment, you beelined for the couch and curled up in a ball planning to go back to sleep asap.

However, weems had other plans. After fixing you a glass of apple juice she came over and crouched in front of you. You cracked open an eye and looked at her making her chuckle softly at your threatening expression.

“Darling take these and let me take your temperature then you can go back to sleep.” She reasoned and you grunted and sat up. She passed you the tablet and then the juice. Deciding not to give you the fever reducers just yet until she had a read on how hot you were. Depending on that she may give your body a chance to fight it on its own.

With a gentle hand she placed a finger on the underside of your chin and tilted your head to face her. She used her thumb to open your lips and slipped the thermometer inside. You were confused and the glaze in your eyes seemed thicker now than it had been in the car. Weems was only growing more worried.

She took the juice from where the cup was tilting dangerously in your loose grip and placed it on the coffee table. She waited and after a minute was rewarded by the beeping of the stick. You jolted slightly half asleep and forgetting it was there. The principal chucked despite her worry and took the plastic from your mouth. She looked at the little screen and frowned.

“I guess you're getting those fever reducers after all my darling girl.” She said and you nodded still seeming only distantly aware of what was going on around you.

The principal popped two white tablets from a blister packet and put them directly in your mouth before bringing the glass of juice to your lips and telling you to swallow. You did and she guided you back into a lying posting. Lifting your legs up onto the couch and propping you up and pillow. Once you were asleep, she went over to the dining table and pulled out her laptop, aiming to get some emails she knew she would have, sorted before you woke up again.

You slept fitfully for an hour, the fever dulling but still hot enough to make you have some questionable and mildly horrific dreams which had led to a lot of whimpering.

You were laid on the couch in the living room with the TV on a low volume. You whimpered again as you dreamt of fire and brimstone. Weems looked up from where she was answering emails from teachers at the dining table nearby. She glanced over your sweaty and pale form before another ding from her computer drew her attention again as a new email pinged into her inbox. Nothing too interesting, a couple requests for changes in lunch duties and two requests for sick days and an alert of a three-day absence to attend a family funeral, so she would need to organise a substitute. Apparently nevermore was safe from the flooding so that was a relief. Another whimper drew her attention again and she stood, trying to avoid her chair making noise as she stood.

She made her way to you and crouched down on the flood, sitting on her hunches beside where you laid your head against the pillows. Your face was screwed up either from the nightmare, fever or a mix of both Larissa couldn’t quite tell. The small crease in your brow looked tight. She gently wiped the sweaty curls from your forehead with her left hand gently holding the hair back, before bringing the back of her right palm up to your brow to gauge your fever. Your face was pale with a dark flush of fever over your cheeks. Under her hand your skin felt hot and clammy. Much hotter than it been before when she checked. Your fever reducers must have worn off and as she checked the time on her gold watch she sighed. Yes. They had worn off about fifteen minutes ago and it was time for another dose. Which had given your fever enough time to amp right up.

Flipping her hand over she used both to brush your hair back, smoothing it with tender gentle care she stood and went to fetch you a fresh glass of water, the medicine, a fresh cool cloth and the thermometer. She easily located the items from where she had left them earlier that day and quickly hurried back to your side.

Using the back of her hand she stroked your cheek and whispered softly to wake you up.

“Y/n/n, honey. Time to wake up sweet girl.” She said and you stirred, whining softly and shifting your position turning slightly away from her. Larissa chuckled and tried again.

“Y/n darling you need to wake up.” She said still softly, her hand cupping your cheek and her thumb running soothingly over your cheekbone. This time your eyes fluttered open. And Larissa cooed softly.

“Oh darling.” She said sympathetically when she saw your eyes were glazed and glassy, looking around sluggishly evidently confused. You clumsily tried to sit up but Larissa gently pressed her hand flat against your chest.

“Sh sh shhh. Its ok. Stay lying down darling. Let me help you. Slowly does it.” She said, her hands under your armpits to guide you gently into a sitting position without hurting yourself. You were limp and let her manhandle you into a better position.

When you were finally propped up against the pillows on the couch Larissa smiled softly at you.

“How are you feeling Y/n?” She asked and you smiled lopsidedly still half asleep. Merely humming a response. She chuckled softly.

“That good huh?” And you hummed again still giving her nothing useful to work with. She leaned down to pull the wet cloth from the bowl of water, not taking her eyes off you as she wrung it out.

Your eyes were drooping as she ran the cloth over your face and arms to cool you down. Occasionally dipping it back into the cold water and ridding the excess water. You made small noises when the cloth came into contact with your feverish skin which made Larissa smiled softly. You were adorable even when sick. She had quickly developed a soft spot for you in her heart.

Once the cloth rested on your forehead, she pulled out the thermometer from behind her on the coffee table. You thought it was impressive in heels, however if you had been more lucid you would have noticed she wasn’t wearing her usual heels but fluffy socks. She tapped your cheek, and you opened your mouth obediently.

“Good girl.” She smiled and you beamed from behind the thermometer she had slipped in your mouth.

She moved to sit beside you and started flicking through Netflix now your show had ended. She moved to put on another studio Ghibli film, my neighbour Totoro this time. You smiled at the choice.

You jumped slightly when the stick you had forgotten about beeped and Larissa chuckled softly and rubbed your arm.

“Alright sweet girl let's take a look.” She said and slowly removed it. She frowned slightly.

“101.3” she turned to you, seeing your sad expression as you fed off her energy. “But that’s ok we can fix that.” She said with a soft smile. You nodded and she reached for the glass beside you on the table.

She helped guide the glass to your lips encouraging you to take small sips. She gave you the medicine and fluffed the pillows a bit. Gently she guided you back into them for more rest. Your eyes fluttered shut of their own accord and you smiled sleepily.

After a bit she moved from beside you and went back to the dining table. Slowly slipping back into her work she settled back into the rhythm listening to your soft breathing. Every once in a while, she would pause to hazard a glance in your direction to check on you. More than twice, she gauged your temperature again with the back of her hand and made note of its lowering intensity. At one point she had replaced a wet cloth on your forehead which now sat limp and dejectedly on the floor having fallen from it spot on your head whilst you rolled around in a fevered haze.

After about an hour your fever broke, and Larissa was glad that that was over. You were still sick but on the upswing of it all and it was now late evening after she left you to sleep though lunch.

After an amazing dinner that Larissa hand fed you despite your half-attempted excuses and failed tries to feed yourself with shaking hands. After diner she tucked you into a real bed this time and the rain was slowing outside. It would likely be another day before the roads cleared and the principal was sure you would be ok by then. But to be honest it felt good to be cared for instead of isolated when you were this sick. Maybe the principal wasn’t as uptight and professional as she seemed. After all she had provided you with a fresh band t-shirt after your fever broke and you had sweat through the last one. Imagine dragons this time. Cute.

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