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Woman/AFAB Folk: I would be happy with having a kid if you gave us better maternity leave, affordable housing, better medical care, gave school children free lunch, and made it safer for my kid to go to school so they don't get shot in the face.

• Many people decide to go to university instead of working after high school

• Nowadays everything is more expensive, even the basic things like food and house

• Many people want to build a career first and grow through their career

• Some people feel the pressure to take care of their older parents

• Some people want to stay single and live for themselves

• Some people are struggling to find a partner who they are compatible with (their wants, their needs and their long term goals)

• Some people grew up in an unhealthy environment

In the 30th Jun 24 edition of Israel’s good news, the highlights include:

A huge Israeli flag is a defiant symbol of Israel resilience.

Israeli scientists have developed technology for early detection of pancreatic cancer

Israel is the best country for creative thinking, raising a family, and retiring.

An Israeli spray makes fruit and vegetables even healthier.

If you smash special Israeli glass, it can repair itself.

Israeli elastic material aims to bounce higher.

More Israeli medals at the European swimming championships.

A major victory in the Six-Day War took place at the site of a Biblical miracle.

ReadMore: Good News From Israel

If you want to be depressed by stories about violence, tragedies, and lies about Israel, there are many websites you can link to and email groups you can join.  But if you want the truth about the positive achievements of the only Jewish State, then Read It Here!

Chinese authorities pressure women to get sterilized or have IUD’s inserted, and government officials are sent to live with the women and watch to see if the women show any signs of discontent as they recover, the Times reported. One woman said that a Chinese government official sent to watch her groped her. Others told the publication that they were detained in internment camps for having too many children or refusing contraceptives. Still others said that they were forced to take drugs that stopped their menstrual cycles, and one woman told the Times she was raped in an internment camp.

prompt: your favourite pairing (hamatora. birthday/ratio.) a quiet confession, under freezing rain, while stuck outside person a’s apartment, on the fire escape.

ratio stares, dispassionately, at the man standing outside his kitchen window. the blonde taps his fingernails against the glass pane more urgently this time, but ratio could not have hoped to hear it over the violent drumming of rain against the roof of his apartment building. the stranger becomes more insistent, pounding the window with the underside of his fist and hopping from foot to foot urgently, showing off the pair of useless flip flops.

“ratio, you asshole,” birthday yells, barely audible, his lips never losing that small playful twinge, “i’m going to break this window and murder you!”

ratio raises a hand to his ear and pretends not to hear him. he can let him suffer a little more; if birthday can disappear for weeks with a terminal illness, it makes logical sense for ratio to forget he ever existed. if birthday can know him, and read him like the back of a milk carton, can predict that he will open his 11th floor apartment window in the middle of a typhoon just for a messy, electrical whirlwind of a boy that will never let ratio get too close, then ratio is allowed to delay the inevitable course of events just a little bit.

birthday halts his awful dance, almost like he can read ratio’s thoughts, like he knows and has prepared a special smile or grimace just for this moment–never an explanation. ratio should be the only one allowed to see straight through people. he moves across the tiled floor, unlatches the window, and slides it open to let in the gusts of wind, the torrents of rain, and a heavy humidity. birthday remains outside.

“get in here,” ratio says, pressing his palms against the windowsill and meeting his partner’s eyes for the first time. birthday shakes his head.

“come out here,” birthday says, wrapping his hands around one of ratio’s arms and pulling gently.

when they are both soaking wet on the fire escape of a building that sways with the force of the cyclone above them, birthday smiles gently (special, small, always prepackaged just for ratio). ratio frowns and clenches his jaw, his body shaking. he nods and understands and forgives simply because how could he ever not? they share an embrace, tighter than ever before. if the ending is predetermined, then they’re allowed to fudge up the middle parts just a little bit.