#futurewithoutfear

[girlactionfigure]

Imagine the day after Hamas.

No more rockets fired at civilians.

No more hostages in Gaza.

No more billions stolen from aid.

A chance for freedom — for Israelis and Palestinians.

Without Hamas, there’s space for peace.

For rebuilding.

For a future based on hope, not hate.

The question isn’t if the world is better without Hamas.

It’s how long we’ll wait to make that future real.

[otraditor]

it’s a rarity the soldiers are afforded these scraps of free time /  the world is on fire, and they’re sat in a dive bar chatting away like they’re old friends instead of work aquaintances. he doesn’t know what compulsive urge made him lean forward, but he has and he’s bracing his palms against the other’s knees and quirking a brow that’s asking consent to kiss him. he’s light headed, his lips graze against the lower of Chris’.   “  d’you wanna ?  ”   /  @futurewithoutfear

[coretaken-blog]

@futurewithoutfear ♥ ‘d

❝  I can’t remember what it was like before.. do you? ❞

[meline-stravinsky]

@futurewithoutfear “Chris, are you there? Chris, come in. Can you hear me?” It’s been a full minute since she’d lost touch with him on their com link, and while she’d normally be okay with it—she’d lost him for a few minutes before—this time felt different.

“Chris! Captain Redfield, do you read me?!”

[otraditor]

it's as cliché as one can possibly get: fireworks, a crowd, the whole shebang and he's been adamant that everything must be perfect. the middle of the street probably wasn't be the best place, but as he sinks down onto one knee with the countdown to midnight chiming in the backgroud, and with a ring in his hands... it's perfect enough. gladio is trembling, but he's grinning. "help me ring in the new year by saying yes?"   @futurewithoutfear

[otraditor]

He runs his fingers through his hair, careful not to tug nor tangle his locks. If anything, it's an attempt at being delicate, brushing it aside to place a tender kiss upon his nape. Arms carefully make their way around his middle, having no desire to let him go.

 it’s difficult to chase away the chill of the early morning; heat’s been stolen by that pesky jack frost and leaves the bed the only warm place in the house until someone  (  preferably not him  ) untangles themselves from their sheets to switch it on. it seems chris isn’t willing to be that person either, if the press of his lips against his nape and the rasp of calloused fingertips ghosting over his ribs are any great indicator to go by, and, regardless of how late they’re going to be for work, he can’t find it in him to shift away. it’s laziness through and through, and even as he leans over to slap the snooze button on their alarm clock   (  five more minutes won’t hurt  ) he turns as he settles back down, brushing his nose against the ridges of Chris’ bare collarbone with a tired hum. 

would it not be considered suspicious he’d consider ringing in sick, convince chris to do the same and remain nestled against his boyfriend for the remainder of the day, he would in  heartbeat. lips travel up and over the hollow of his throat, over the line of his jaw to his chin, and finally settles with a sleepy kiss against his lips.    “   ---   g’mornin’, captain.  ”

[mjmoanmaker]

Yes, please. Let the fantasies begin. Lol