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Everyone should read this.
Reading the entire article made me sick to my stomach.
These Israelis are incredibly deranged and evil. They’re real life monsters. Demons.
Palestinians have been enduring them for 76 whole years.
full article
"These kids need to be killed from the day they are born"
^^^^ this is what folks are expecting us to coexist with btw.
Everyone should read this.
Reading the entire article made me sick to my stomach.
These Israelis are incredibly deranged and evil. They’re real life monsters. Demons.
Palestinians have been enduring them for 76 whole years.
full article
"These kids need to be killed from the day they are born"
^^^^ this is what folks are expecting us to coexist with btw.
Hey guys, my friend @mahmoud0qassas has entered a coma for the second time due to the shrapnel lodged in his brain. Because of this, his wife has had to take control of things. Their fundraiser unexpectedly closed and she has had to open a new one.
They are starting from scratch and are in a situation of extreme need, as they now have 2 disabled family members to care for. I verified them about a year ago, they are #62 on my list. But recently gazavetters also verified them, they are #422 on their list.
Hello, my name is Abdul Qader and I am raising money on… Abdalqader Al Qassas needs your support for Extend a helping to protect Dina'
I love love all your writing and jealous villains / possessive villains always make me kick my feet!! Can I request a hero that’s been under appreciated by the city and getting hurt / almost killed by civilians they were meant to protect? And the villain finds the aftermath? ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
"My god." The voice was strained. Familiar. Them.
It really wasn't the hero's day, was it? They released a slow, pained breath, pushing themselves gingerly off the grimy, rain-puddled street. "Enjoy the show?"
"What show? You could have taken them. You should have taken them."
The hero grunted. They straightened. They wobbled.
The villain appeared out of the shadows, at their side, in an instant. It took the hero a moment to realise that the villain had placed a steadying hand on their arm.
The villain's face was harsher in the streetlight; all firelit edges, beautifully demonic, orange pinpricks glinting almost red in their furious eyes. Rain spat down, soaking into the villain's hair and clothes. They didn't seem to care.
The hero did a double-take. The flippant comment they'd been about to make died in their mouth.
"How much did you see?" the hero asked.
The villain's jaw clenched. "I just got here."
It was an unexpected confession. On closer inspection, the rapid rise an fall of the villain's chest suggested they'd been running.
"Huh," the hero said.
The villain's gaze raked over them, taking in every bruise and scrape and bit of blood. "You didn't fight back. Why didn't you fight back? You could have pulverised them. Made them fear ever hurting someone again. That's what you do if I attacked you."
The hero shrugged, awkwardly. They eased their arm free of the villain's grip.
"That's not an answer," the villain snapped.
"I would have killed them. Normal people can't deal with my powers."
"So better to let them nearly kill you?"
The hero shrugged again. Everything ached; they weren't especially in the mood for hearing about how wrongly they'd handled getting the flying spit kicked out of them, they weren't in the mood to explain how the villain was different. Even at war, it was easier with them.
"You're in uniform," the villain said. "They knew who they attacked."
"Oh." The hero hadn't realised. The truth of it struck them like a low blow and their shoulders slumped, as if it wasn't already far too late to brace and curl into a foetal position to guard the heart of them. "Right. Yeah. Well, bold move on their part!"
They tried for chipper. They failed completely.
The whole time, they'd been so preoccupied, they'd thought the strangers had no idea. A wave of stupidity, prickling with humiliation, washed over them. Their eyes felt hot.
The hero swore under their threat.
"I'm going to kill them." Possessiveness threaded low and heated through the villain's voice.
"I don't need you to do that."
"I know. It will be my absolute pleasure." The villain grabbed the hero's arm again as the took a step and stumbled. "They shouldn't-"
The hero could feel themselves beginning to shake, a myriad emotions welling up inside them, threatening to explode, as they listened to the villain's insistence that really no one else should be allowed to touch what was theirs.
"I said, I don't fucking need you to do that."
The villain went quiet. Still.
The hero closed their eyes again, already regretting their sharpness. A treacherous tear rolled down their cheek. Christ. That was all they needed, wasn't it? Cherry, meet the top of the garbage pile. They swiped furiously at their face and didn't say sorry. They couldn't say sorry. They'd never stop, they were sure of it.
"What do you need?" the villain asked.
The hero glanced up at them, startled.
It wasn't that the possessiveness was gone from the villain's face, only that the burning of it had finally cleared enough for the hero to see what lay beneath it.
The care, the sincerity, in the villain's question felt like a knockout blow. They didn't know what to do with it. They had no armour for it, no shield.
"What do you need?" the villain asked again, softer, when the hero said nothing. Their other hand rose, cupping the hero's cheek. "You want me to get you home? Your leg's screwed. You can't walk."
"I can walk." The hero looked down at their leg. They could...well, it wouldn't be fun walking. They eyed the villain. "Seriously?"
"Well, I'd prefer to hunt the bastards down and kill them, but I also do an incredible taxi service, yeah."
"Thank you."
The villain looked almost as uncomfortable as the hero felt. They shrugged. Their jaw worked, eyes narrowing when they caught sight of the hero's injuries again. The hero could feel the villain's fingers flexing against their skin with barely leashed violence - and, yet. It was leashed.
The villain dropped their hand.
"My car is this way. Can you - can I - I can help you get there. If I'm allowed."
"You're asking permission to touch me?"
The villain glared at them.
Despite everything, the hero managed a weak smile back. "Yeah," they said. "You're allowed."
The villain nodded, wrapping an arm around the hero, before pulling them up into an unexpected bridal carry. They were strong. All lean muscle and warmth against the hero's frozen body.
"I'm going to get blood on you," the hero said.
"Because nobody has ever bled on me before ever."
The hero huffed.
They let the villain walk them out of the alleyway, brain still sluggishly working its way through all of the implications of the villain's sudden appearance.
They'd come running when - what? When they learned the hero was in trouble? When they learned that the hero wasn't fighting back to the full extent they were capable of?
Thoughts were hard and the villain's car was warm, the heating soon on full blast.
Thank you. It welled in their throat again. The hero choked on it.
They didn't think they'd ever been as well looked after as they were that week.
Guys PLEASE push Mohammed Ayesh’s fundraiser like I am actually imploring. He has done so much for so many Palestinian families, and yet the traction for his campaign dies so fast. He’s literally just a 20 something year old guy who’s going above and beyond to make sure all Palestinian families are being verified and helped. Please don’t abandon him so fast when he is suffering the same as everyone else. Please keep your eye on his campaign and take it upon yourself so share it again & again every time it seems like it needs a defibrillator
Emphasis on adopting his campaign & posting routinely for him bc not many people are and his campaign is incredibly slow…… he has been fundraising for months & money vanishes fast given the insanely hiked prices so please keep him in your thoughts & rb & donate to his fundraiser regularly
without exaggeration there’s only been less than £100 donated for the past 24 hours. only 5 donations in the past 12 hours. £28,160 / £30,000 short term goal. Please help his family raise £340 to get to 28.5k ASAP.
Central Gaza has been one of the main targets of assault and carpet bombing in the past few days. Funds that Mohammed can set aside could help the family have resources to escape their unsafe neighborhood if the situation continues to escalate. This is an important survival fund, which they currently have none
Today's vetted fundraisers
I am Hazem Mohammed Albardawill. I am 29 years old. I used to live with my small family. My wife is pregnant and my children are Imad and Jad. We are very happy in our lives. On the evening of the black day, October 11, at eight o’clock in the evening, our house was bombed. I did not feel anything. I was taken to the hospital where my injury occurred and I stayed in intensive care for several days. Then after... It was during my coma that I first began to ask about my children and my wife, and when I learned of their martyrdom, and after that I did not feel alive, for my soul had left me. I mean, then, without shelter, without treatment, without work, or family, I felt that I had nothing. Everything was gone with the bombing, even my dreams. Yesterday, my family and neighbors needed to work in order to provide myself with a shelter to help me from the heat and cold of winter, and I need the required treatment in order to return to how I was before the damned war Which left a fire in my heart that will never be extinguished. I do not want the impossible. All I want is for you to provide me with money so that I can provide myself with shelter and treatment. To live a decent life.
I am Hazem Mohammed Albardawill. I am 29 years old. I used to live with my small famil… Mohammed Alamrein needs your support for Help me fin
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Some time ago I saw this really good idea/headcanon and I thought it would be nice to turn it into a short comic…
[part 1] [part 2 on the way]
Percy would never become like Luke, and I am so sick of this take
Don't get me wrong, Percy is angry at the gods, especially after everything that happened in Heroes of Olympus. He understands Luke's hatred, and he knows that the gods suck.
No debate there.
But one aspect that is criminally underappreciated about Percy in this fandom, is that he is a genuinely kind and empathetic person; it has been fundamentally ingrained in his character ever since the first book. I’d go as far as to say that he is one of the kindest characters in all of Rick’s works. And he is protective of his fellow demigods, and especially his friends.
Even if he were to turn against the gods, which he first of all wouldn't, because he knows the consequences of that decision, there is no possible scenario, where Percy Jackson would ever be okay with killing or using other demigods to archieve his goals, especially if they are younger than him.
No matter how much he goes through, no matter how far he is pushed, there is no possible reality where he’d ever set a poisonous scorpion on a twelve-year-old child or trick a fourteen year old girl into holding the sky, and that is the biggest difference between Percy Jackson and Luke Castellan.
That is why Percy is a hero, and Luke can suffer in the fields of punsihments for all I care.
The difference between Percy and Luke is that Luke saw something wrong and decided to destroy it while Percy saw something wrong and decided to help fix it
im glad y’all liked the other greek mafia thing here’s another i wrote but never posted bc i thought y’all wouldn’t give af:
i like to think as percy and annabeth get older and have more mortal friends (“friends” their kids have friends so they’re friends with their kids parents) that they like to have fun with the stories they tell
like i want one day they’re with one of their kids best friends house talking with the parents and maybe it’s a birthday party or smth so there’s a small group there
they have one of those hats with the balls attached your supposed to punch around and everyone’s taking turns until it gets to percy and he’s trying to humbly decline until someone (prob annabeth) is like “no balls” so he does and he’s insanely good so he makes annabeth do it and everyone’s like “no hard feelings if you can’t blah blah” and she’s even better then percy and all the parents are like in shock that these two randoms are so good at this game
so their all asking like why they can do this so well yada yada and at first percabeths like “well we go to the gym a lot..” “we were into a lot of sports growing up so we needed the hand eye coordination..” until they finally snap and percy’s like
“ok listen..you shouldn’t know this so don’t tell anyone but basically we were in the army for a couple years” and everyone’s like “omfg did y’all fight in iraq??” like hello ??
and annabeths like “well no…our parents just have a lot of power over in…greece..” and everyone’s like floored bc tf you mean GREECE like tf does that even mean ??
but they kinda leave it at that so everyone thinks they’re somehow tied to the greek mafia
especially when they hear percy or annabeth on the phone talking in what sounds like some type of tongues and then a couple weeks later they ask if the kids can spend the night because they need to go “take care of some things”
this is basically a different version of what i already posted but i thought it was funny lmao
Nico: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Percy: Several traffic violations. Jason: Three counts of resisting arrest. Leo: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Frank: Also, that’s not our car.
Matthias: what part of "light packing" didn't all of you get?
Nina with two huge boxes: it´s my sweets! i can't keep reducing the portions!
Jesper: it´s gonna be many days, i need three suits for day
Wylan: mine are things we need! first aid supplies, medicines, art supplies if i want to capture the landsapes, tools, my cloud watching kit-
Matthias stares at Kaz with a huge black bag that drips
Matthias: i decided i am not asking about that one
Matthias: well, i hope you guys listen to reason when Inej arrives
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Matthias: what the fork?! Inej...that thing is not coming
Inej: what? it´s the little one
Matthias: we are not taking a row boat to the mountains. You won't even use it
Inej: i am not leaving without it
Matthias: well i am not putting that in the car, so you either drop that thing or , don't know, row boat that thing all the way up
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Matthias: i have to stop doing the giving them ideas thing
Inej: ROW!
"the other crows paddling on concrete"
Inej: ROW!
percy: i love you, dad
poseidon: i love you too
percy: i mean, not as much as mom
poseidon: …thank you for that
Percy: also wrong dad *turns to Paul*
Percy: I love you, Paul
Paul: thanks Per- *water yeets him*
Poseidon: now you have only one dad. I love you too son.
Enough with the "roughed hands guy", "soft smooth hands girl"
NO, YOU KNOW WHAT?
Soft, white, neat, smooth hand, bastard of the Barrel, Kaz Brekker. Kaz Brekker's hands would resemble a porcelain doll. He always wear his gloves, not matter the situation, they are in the most pristine condition. He has a secret expensive lotion collection hidden in a drawer that applies rigorously every day because the feeling of dry and bare hands remind him of his days on the street. The are as smooth as a baby's face.
Rough, calloused, scarred, dry hands, Inej Ghafa. Inej, who is constantly climbing through every kind of surface, who doesn't take care of his hands once she is out of the Menagerie, who had cheap, almost falling apart gloves, because she would rather spend money on knives, food... . Inej who takes comfort in having rough hands showing her actual work, work that she does for her team, not the one she is forced to in the Manegarie, who takes pride in being rough and scarred.
(☆) :)
"Why do I always feel like I'm in a test when I'm with you?" "Because life is a test, and I'm the proctor ensuring you pass." "Great, but does every test have to involve danger and chaos?"
-Kaz Brekker
yes, six of crows is just an overall incredible book, but really what makes it stand out is how it isn’t about the chosen ones, it’s about those who weren’t chosen, weren’t special, yet still fought to force the world to make room for them
Maybe there were people who lived those lives. Maybe this girl was one of them. But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.
-Inej Ghafa, Crooked Kingdom
headcanon that Kaz consistently breaks into the Van Eck house just to steal little things. Wylan's favorite pen. one sock from every pair Jesper has. Marya's most recent painting. a family heirloom Jesper says is hideous. Wylan's flute. Jesper's favorite (and most hideous) shirt. etcetera.
it happens so often that eventually if something goes missing they just assume it's Kaz's fault and go down to the Slat or the Crow Club to get it back. Kaz claims it's to "keep them humble" when in actuality it's his way of getting them to come visit him because he's lonely and misses them (especially Jesper).
when Kaz stole Wylan's favorite pen Wylan and Jesper were busy and couldn't go get it so they sent a servant instead and Kaz insisted he had no idea what they were talking about and that he'd never do such a thing. then Wylan and Jesper showed up later and Kaz was sitting at his desk writing with the pen.
new alignment chart just dropped
Kaz Brekker
That is all
