"B-but Palestinians can get their freedom with peace not violence 🥺🥺" no. Screw your feelings. The armed resistance against colonizers and murderers is what will give Palestinians their freedom and what will eventually achieve real peace.
An enemy that bombs and uses white phosphorus against civilians doesn't know nor practice what your broken moral compass describes as "peace". Freedom was proven throughout history not to be achieved through kneeling and asking the oppressor to kindly stop. Freedom needs to be taken by force. Your little Utopian way of thinking doesn't work in the real world. Your feelings don't matter because you're not the one living under occupation. Your feelings don't matter because you're not one of the thousands of children who lost their limbs. You're not one of the children who became orphans due to this genocide. You're not the mother who lost her child to the carpet bombing. You're not the father carrying the remains of your child in plastic bags. You're not the newlywed woman who lost her husband. You're not the one at risk of either getting killed any second or losing your loved ones in the blink of an eye!
"Peace" is not really a thing you see during a live ethnic cleansing!
Peace will never liberate oppression. It just won't, and if you think it will, you're too ignorant of history to be involved in this conversation.
Not once has "please stop oppressing us" made an oppressor go "aw, shit, my bad, sorry bro". Oppressors want power. They don't want equality. If someone is willing to murder in order to prevent you from having equality, they won't care if you ask from that equality "peacefully". They'll take it as an opportunity to murder you and make an example of you to make everyone else fear the same fate, thus allowing the oppressor to keep their power.
Equal rights are taken, not given. Peace was never an option, and that was decided the day Israel first began displacing, oppressing, and terrorizing Palestine when they took over and colonized the country for their own Zionist views.
More miles morales artttttt!!!! 😏 (ikkkkkkkkk the look weird it’s bc I don’t draw ppl facing forward often n I’m not very consistent with my art. :( but!! I will get better over time. 🫶🏾)
When the greatest miles morales artist ever cures ur art block (which had me in a chokehold since the beginning of the summer. 😞😫) @dotjpeg
I love ur art sm, that I come on tumblr and consume ur art like a starved man.
Here it issss 😭
I’m super proud of them and dotjpeg, I can not stress this enough. I love your works, like love them!! I would ❤️ all your works but I’m sure you would think I’m annoying but I love every single drawing you make and they are so delicious and easy on the eyes. I hope you have a wonderful day/ night where you’re at. Byyyyeee 🥰🫶🏾
Inspired by a tik tok can't rember who but if you know tell me pls!! I hope you enjoy!! PLS GIVE ME SOME CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM!!
Summary: Face reveal.
Pairing: none. It’s Just Ghost and König.
The room was filled with so much silence, that Ghost's ears rang violently. It was awful, usually Soap talking his ear off but Soap was nowhere close to where him and König were. His arms crossed and his grip on his sleeves tightened. König on the other hand was embarrassed, his other masked cowoker was staring right at him without say anything.
"So you want to show me your face?" Ghost voice was gruff and lacked any affection, that made König even more nervous and embarrassed. König hesitantly nodded, his eyes made the floor so interesting.
Ghost sighed and pulled off his mask revealing his face. He had faint pink scars over his face which König guessed was the reason he hid his face. Then there was his short brown fluffy hair that was messy from being under he mask. Ghost let König watch him fix his hair and let it fall into place. He was actually pretty pleased with letting König see his face, he knew König wasn’t going to see it often. König was undeniably nervous, like he was about to run away and bury himself in her grave. Then Ghost gruffed as he walked up to the taller man.
"You gonna show me or what? I think it would be a good trade wouldn't it?" Ghost’s patience was wearing thin, he honestly did know why. Don’t get get him wrong he wanted make König comfortable but something surged in his blood flow to get this over with. He crossed his arms which made them bulge more. Konig leaned back slightly, his eyelids fluttering in nervousness. He looked down at the floor, while Ghost's eyes were unrelenting.
“Entschuldigung, I’m just nervous,” König explained. He was embarrassed, nervous, and excited. It was a confusing moment for him and it didn’t know how that handle it. His rough finger tips fiddles with the edge of his mask— shirt actually— and his mind raced. Maybe he’ll have Ghost take it off for him?? Or he could jsut rip it off right now and get it over with. It was almost like Ghost read his mind. Ghost stepped closer with a slightly tilted head.
“You want me to take off myself, huh?” Ghost asked his arms unfolded and stood a foot away from the Colonel. König didn’t answer but Ghost knew the answer, the lieutenant’s rough callous hands met the hem of the fabric and pulled the fabric up. Just like Ghost’s face, König’s face was covered in small pink scars, and his eyeblack covered half his face. His brown short hair was more wild than Ghost’s, it was quiet. Even without the mask Simon stared just he did with the mask.
“You’re just how I expected to you look,” Simon huffed, and put König’s mask— shirt again— back over his face and even some of his hair coming out of the neck hole, König fixed it while Simon put his back on.
“Warten. You expected my to look like that?” König watched Ghost fix his his mask.
“I expected no less, you’re a man.” And with that Ghost was gone and König was in the room by himself.
I made a part 2 for y’all bitches!! 😁 I hope you y’all enjoy!! 🫶🏾
|Part 1|
Summary: It’s been 4 weeks since the music incident with Steven. You’ve been trying to talk to your neighbor(s) to befriend ‘him’ but he’s never there. One day you hear him through the walls one night and decide this is your chance.
Pairing: Marc x Reader (heavily), Steven x reader and Jake x reader.
You were laying on your bed with your phone in hand reading some random stuff (like you are now.) trying to cure some sort of boredom or need inside of your chest. Your mind wondered onto the neighbor, the one you met about a month ago, you kinda wanted to see him again. Your attempts to talk to him always failed. He was never home and when he was you were out. One time you passed him without realizing it, he was leaving and you were heading to your Flat. You walked right past him no words at all. You didn’t realize he might be your neighbor until you were trying to fall asleep.
You huffed in embarrassment, you really missed your chance and you don’t know when—
Muffled speaking cut your self loathing. You looked at the wall next your bed, waiting to see if you were just hearing things.
“We need to talk to Khonshu about these hell of hours, yeah?” Muffled through the thin wall. It took you 5 seconds to hop off your bed put some pants on, slip your fluffy boots on, and clean yourself up in the mirror. It was embarrassing how quickly you changed emotions, your looks and self esteem just for a guy who knocked on your door a month ago. Though you didn’t care, you wanted to finally speak to him. The very pretty Steven Grant was home and you just had to shoot your horrible shot.
You closed your front door and walked next door. Your heart was going so fast and I you were literally beaming, like a kid who just got praised for something. You knocked softly after fixing your hair one last time.
Marc was currently in control, he got them home and cleaned them up. The month after meeting you was full of them running around meeting up with Layla, protecting people, artifacts, and people. Their sleep schedule was totally fucked, once steven finally fell asleep and in the same minute Jake woke up and went out to go fight crime. They had an altar meeting after waking in a dark alley bloody, bruised and still in the suit.
Marc sighs as he feeds Gus 2.0 since Steven will never let Marc get away will killing the original Gus. Just when he was beginning to start his horrendous sulking he heard a knock.
“Who could be awake at this hour?” Steven questioned.
“Who knows,” Jake replied. Marc walked towards the door and opened it. None of them would have thought it would be the pretty neighbor from next door, Marc should have given the body to Steven but Marc didn’t give him an ounce of control. His eyes racked over your frame. You looked so snug in that fluffy faux fur jacket and those fluffy boots, he couldn’t help but think you looked cute.
“Hey Steven!” You exclaimed. You were excited to meet him again but hearing a name that wasn’t his but his altar’s made him jealous.
“Hey, it’s been awhile,” Marc says. You notice his accent was American, his features were more rougher, and he stood more confident than when you last saw him. Maybe it’s because last time you saw him, he was tired. But he changes accents when he’s tired…?? You shoved the thought of it down. Maybe he’ll tell you one day.
“Yes it has. I’ve been trying reach you for a while,” you admitted. Marc smiled, you we’re trying to reach them and it won't be the first and definitely not last time he cursed khonshu. He could have been spending his time with you but he knew deep down that lives would have lost so he kept the cures to a minimum.
“Really?” Marc smuggly asked. Steven was partying in their mind., their neighbor literally sought for them after the music incident. This was the close he got for someone showing interest in him. Jake praised him for it too.
“Yes, steven,” you said as you playfully roll your eyes. Marc would be lying if he didn’t say ant to tell you everything… First with his DiD. That he was Marc Spector and not Steven, but one thing held him back. Rejection. If you reject him even the slightest about his identity he’ll never feel alive again. His mind is already ‘broken’ enough.
"I should have asked this when I knocked on your door. What's your name, sweetheart?" Marc asked looking down at you. You smiled and told him your name before he parriot it back to you with such softness, like it was a delicate flower. Your eyes soften towards him, if he keeps saying your name like that you'll never let him go. Their mind was filled with steven and Jake repeating it.
“Hey I’m thinking of getting a late night snack… want to come?” You ask and ‘steven’ nods. You smiled widely that would have your cheek bones hurting for a bit.
POV: You're hyping yourself up/ while getting ready for a party with loud music. And Marc/Steven/ Jake are trying to sleep but guess what causing them not to sleep? Your music. So they go next door to have a chat. And when you open up the door they're dumbfounded on how they have not seen such a FINE ASS PERSON WE AREEE the rest is up to you babe 🥰💕 ( and please either do gn or with he/they/she prns😊)
Me being meek and not very out there,,, I decided not to send this out there so I decided that I'll write it myself. Also this is my first posted fic pls have mercy on me. I hope you enjoy it.
pairing: Gn!reader x Marc spector, Gn!reader x Steven Grant, & Gn!Redaer x Jake Lockely
Warnings: none. (other than me using google english to spanish. Pls if you found a better website, PLS TELL. pls dont gatekeep. ) Fluff(?) also bad grammar???
Part 2
You stared at the 2 outfits you had rested on your bed, you couldn't pick between the slightly slutty one or the one that had more decency. You knew you were going to be slightly fucked up by the end of the night, so did you want to do it in a slutty way or sexy way? You still didn't know. You decided that you were going to play some music to get you in that partying mood. The music rang in your ears and your next door neighbor's.
Marc was laying in his bed finally being able to sleep after being up since 2 am the day before. Khonsu had been making Marc, Jake and Steven do his unforgiving bidding, all three of them were exhausted from all the trouble they had been in. Just when they thought they could get a break, they heard their neighbor's music.
"Jesús puto cristo," Jake spoke as the weak and exhausted body jolked up.
"Bloody hell. I think the universe just hates us, yeah?" Steven said as he took over the hands and rubbed their eyes.
"I don't think they know the walls are kinda thin," Marc mumbles out tryin to excuse their actions. Jake started saying that they could just go next door and warn them but Marc and steven felt way too tired to do so. And after they responded to Jake's proposal the music died down.
"See, I think they're done," Steven said as he takes over and lays back down and closes their eyes. Oh it was painful how wrong he was. They got 10 minutes of sleep before hearing the music even louder this time.
You weren't doing this on purpose, you didn't even know that you had a next door neighbor. You and the boys never crossed paths, and they were never loud so you had thought maybe you could blast music with no interruptions. Though you were about to be proved so wrong. That's when you heard a knock. You were confused, " I thought I told them I'll meet them at f/n's house," You said as you pressed paused on your phone. You smoothed your skirt/pants one last time before opening up your door.
"Hello," The man said as he waved at you. You waved back as you noticed that he was in his slightly rinkled Pjs. Steven did that same to you and lawd have mercy on him, you were so fucking fine.
His eyes rack over your frame, you had your hair pulled back, plum lips with beautiful jewelry hung around your neck, and gods your clothes looked fucking hot on you. Steven felt all the air in lungs leave and so quickly that his chest started to ache. Marc and Jake were the first time in history very quiet in a long time. There were no remarks on how they were sleepy and this to be over, they were only in awe of your form.
"I'm sorry, is there something I could help you with?' You asked as you tilted your head in question. For the first time Marc, Steven and Jake had gotten this nervous about someone. They all knew that steven had to stay in control but it felt like they were going slightly override.
"A-ah! yes the music... the music is too loud," Steven softly said. Then it finally hit you, he was trying to sleep and your music was too loud. He's your next door neighbor! Guilt started to flow through your veins, how could you keep a tired man from sleeping, reader???
"Oh! Im so sorry! I didn't know that I had a next door neighbor! I'm so sorry for keeping you awake! Yes! I'll keep the music down!" You rambled. The boys thought it was very cute. Now all three of them were wondering how they could get your number without making it sound cringey nor weird.
"Again, I'm so sorry for keeping you awake.." You paused waiting for a name. You wanted the name of your cute neighbor you had no idea about.
"Steven Grant," Steven stammered out. He started to fidget with the hem of his shirt.
"Steven Grant," You repeated, "I really like that name." Steven smiled widely and Jake remined him that he was still fucking tired. Don't get him wrong he liked 'speaking with you' but their mission was not only nerve racking but exhausting. Steven started to feel the sleepiness weigh his bones down. He'll have to settle for just speaking to you. Marc told him to tell you thank you and good night.
"Thank you... well I should head to bed, have a nice night," He promptly said before you replied with a good night back. He went back to their flat while they talked about how to get your number next time. All three of them wanted that to be very soon. Now they all started to feel a little grateful for the loud music you played. And all in that moment they remembered that they don't even know your name...
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