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Masterlist

Kyle with grillz and a silver ear cuff

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This heat

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Hello, I'm hamdi 🇵🇸 After 100 days of displacement, my family and I found ourself forced to leave our home and land in Gaza. 🏡💔 The journey to Egypt was not a choice, but a necessity imposed by the harsh conditions. we crossed the border, carrying with us scattered dreams and hopes for a better life, but we quickly realized that displacement was not the end of the suffering, but the beginning of a new chapter.

In Egypt, we are stuck between a bitter alienation and a painful reality. 😔🚧 We do not have residency, which makes every step difficult and every day full of challenges. Prices in Egypt resources are unforgiving, and the ones we brought with us are quickly melting away. 💸 While we try to endure and survive, our hearts remain attached to Gaza; The homeland that never leaves our minds or leaves us for a moment. 🇵🇸💔 Our loved ones there live under siege, and we live under the burden of alienation and worry for them. Every day in Egypt feels like an endless wait, and every contact with Gaza opens a door to pain. 📞💔 Returning to Gaza did not alleviate the anxiety, but rather confirmed to me that the suffering continues, whether we are inside or outside.

We may still have 300 days to reach the “goal” that we do not yet know, but until then, we will continue to face the challenges of life with patience and strength, waiting for the day when safety and stability return to us and our loved ones. 🍉🌈🤲 Donate now: In these difficult times, every donation makes a difference. Your support can help alleviate the suffering of families living under siege in Gaza and facing the challenges of daily life. 🇵🇸❤️🍉🤚 Please put your hands in mine and support my children🙏🙏

https://gofund.me/504921a8

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Inspired by @/yourloveaton in twitter!! Love their AU!!!

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❤️🧡💛Patreon Pride Requests💚💙💜

141 + NikPrice

GhostGaz (ftr RavenJelly)

Laswell and her wife :3

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Orphan's Lament (gouache) It rained on our little smoke tree. I named this painting for the Robbie Basho song!

This will be my postcard print for June. Join my postcard club on Patreon if you'd like this mini print in the mail - link in my pinned post!!

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night talks 💤😴🌙✨

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The Animal Kingdom of the Baron Cuvier, 1849

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In The Garden, for giant robot’s Fruit and Veggie show.

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Do you think he will chew this very sour gum ball?

safe to say he won't even dare to chew it, let alone lick it again (also STOP FEEDING HIM!!)

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Death Stranding x COD

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posture studies maybe (?)

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Price on a mission where he finds soap in the cage. He's between fights, breathing heavy, resting on the chains that seperate him from the onlookers. The place is dirty, grimy, littered with strays and drunkards, and illegal goods. Price (lieutenant) is on a mission, looking for his target, he's not even a captain yet, he shouldn't be scouting. And he's not. But he's watched the man's last three fights, and he's queueing up for another as a new opposition steps in. He'd make a great asset. And Price is only a few months from Captain, he'll need his own team. There's little more time to think on it as his comms crackle to life, watcher tells to to get ready, his target is heading his way. Price is ready, always ready. Waiting to receive. One of the many stray canines trots across the floor. Except his target never shows. Watcher asks him what the hell he's doing. He says he's got no visuals on the target. Watcher says he was right on top of him. But the target wasn't there. Watcher tells him to pull out, get to exfil. He will. He does. But first. The man in the cage has just finished his fight, two tenders are dragging his victim out, and the man is back to leaning on the boundry. Price hasn't heard a word from him thus far, he's an angry looking man, dangerous, and something distinctly animal in his eyes. Price tells him he's got somewhere for him to go if he wants, something better than this. Something with purpose. In a voice that's more feel than sound in the low roar of the place. He watches the man think it over, price thinks he'll ignore him, he's about to let it go, won't take a what doesn't belong to him. But as price turns so does the man, not towards him, not towards the center of the cage either. Towards the chained gate. An attendant lets him out easily, and without a word the man follows price out. And he never stopped following Price

It's years down the line now, coming up on 8 years almost to the day. And he

Finds himself once again circling an adversary, in a metal bound arena. But this time it's Ghost on the outside where Price once was, he tells him that Gaz is nearly on their target. The whistle blows and there's no more time to ponder nostalgia. His knuckles sting as the split skin makes contact with his opponent's nose. Blood sprays, and Soap doesn't hesitate to follow it up with a jab in the sternum with his other hand. He stays on the much larger man, pummeling him with his fists. His ribs throb with bruises, his arms ache the same, it's hot, and the sweat slicks the blood fron the cut on his eyebrow. The man is large, and faster that soap expects, a heavy fist catches him on the cheek. His head snaps to the side with the force and he stumbles back, Gaz chases the target past the cage hot on his heels as Soap knocks in to the chains with a clang. Ghost is on the edge, right by his ear, but he's still reeling from the hit, and his opponent has him pinned now. It's easy, automatic to get low, block his face with his arms, let the hits land where he can take them, find an opening and fight dirty. There are no rules except *win*, and Soap never lost in the ring. His opponent leaves his left side open when he throws his right, not much, but enough to slip though. Enough for soap to win. Ghost's voice is clearer now. He tells him to get up. Soap takes the slip, drives his fist into ribs, puts his weight behind it. Pain explodes in his hand and runs up his arm with the force. The man backs off, and soap is on him immediately, slamming him into the opposite side of chains, holds him there as he swings his fist over and over into his face under soap feels the man stop fighting. Then he drops him. Spits blood from his mouth, circles the cage like a predator to show his strength, his danger, his dominance.

Ghost tells him Gaz got the target, that he and Price are heading back to exfil with him. Tells him that soap's done his job. It's time to go home now. Soap doesn't wait for someone to let him out. Another act of dominance. Aggression. He sees Ghost retreat, can't follow him yet, they still need this identity for another op. So soap stays. Not long. He, this guy, never does. Long enough to collect on his winning and have a neat drink. 45 minutes that's all. He's bleeding and sweating, and he lost his shirt somewhere, but the alcohol helps dull the pain, and he finishes it off soon after he collets his dues. Rich men with rich suits try to stop him like always, trying to buy his loyalty, his skill, but he pays them no mind like always. Pushes through the crowd like a bull after a fight.

Ghost is waiting for him when he leaves the cacophonous building. Hands him an oversized shirt, slings an arm over his shoulders as he helps Soap to exfil 2 klicks away.

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posessive

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this is what happened right