#the rocket stop incident

[no-144444]

photograph- c.leclerc

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or, 5 moments in y/n and charles's life that made the internet go crazy :)

charles leclerc x norris! reader

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AC incident 

You walked into Charles’s room, a drink in hand. God, you forgot how hot Monaco was, even this late in the year. When you’d packed to come visit your boyfriend, you’d thought about the cold and miserable weather back home, not the hot, sweaty, humid, and sunny weather of Monaco. That’s how you ended up in a pair of Charles’s shorts, and just your bra.

“Baby?” He called you. 

“Hm?” You nodded, not looking up from your phone as you lay on his bed. You knew he liked gaming, especially when it wasn’t much about racing, and you didn’t want to disturb him. But his room was the only one with working AC, and you were about to die in the kitchen’s heat. 

When you didn’t get an answer you looked up to see his eyes firmly glued to you, rather than the fifa game he’d just lost. You could hear all his friends shouting at him for missing a goal and costing their team the win. 

“What?” You chuckled, getting up and walking over to him. 

“You look so beautiful, my love,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek when you bent down beside him, laughing at the comments in his ears about him being down-bad. “So pretty.”

“Thanks baby,” you smiled, casting your eyes to the chat, which was all about you and Charles, either complimenting how good you looked, or how cute you were together. 

Landosnandos21: y/n is looking good. DAMN. 

y/n’sversion: Monaco weather is a blessing if we get to see mother like this. 

Charlesleclerc’stoes: alexa play ‘that should be me’ by justin bieber. (I’m taking about charles his woman is FINE.)

y/n’shairfolical: marriage when? children with perfect genetics when?

Pastryboy81: if he’s not this obsessed with me, i don’t want it. 

You laughed at the chat as Charles let his hands wander down your back to your ass, then further to your thighs. 

“Hey!” You heard Lando’s voice through his headphones. “Get your hands off my sister! Stop being weird on stream!” 

You laughed as Charles dropped his hands from you like you were on fire. “Lando, shut up,” you held your middle finger up to the camera, hoping he’d see it as Charles laughed with you. 

“I’m just going to turn the AC on, ok?” You turned to Charles, who stared for a second, then nodded like a puppy. “Thanks,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips, then going back over to the bed and turning the AC on. 

His gaming continued for another 20 minutes before he shut off the game and came over to you. “Hello baby,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your neck as he lay beside you. You kissed back as his hands wrapped around you, pulling you closer. Though his body was warm, you didn’t really mind. “Can we-?” he smiled bashfully and you chuckled.

“Is the stream off?” You asked, knowing his challenges with technology.

“Maybe? I do not know,” he chuckled. “I don’t really care.”

You chuckled, but got up anyway, actually turning off the stream. “Bye guys!” Only a bit embarrassed. 

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Bahrain 

Charles had been training and preparing since the moment he’d gotten up that morning, aka, he hadn’t seen you. There he sat, in his freezing ice bath, when he caught a glimpse of what he thought to be you, cycling with Carlos. He gave a sneaky look to the camera that was on him, then; one second he was there, his trainer looked away, and the next second, he was gone. Shot off like a rocket in your direction. You and Carlos had to jump off your bikes and almost fall over to get out of his way, and even then he chased you all around the paddock, trying to get a hug. 

“Charles! You’re soaking wet!” You laughed as you felt the eyes of the entire team on you two. 

“Come on mi amor! I have not seen you all day! I never race my best without seeing you!” He pleaded, still chasing after you. 

Your laughing stopped when Carlos grabbed you by the shoulders to stop you from running away, helping Charles’s plan. He held you to his chest as Charles celebrated and thanked him, and as the team videoed. 

Finally, Charles made his way over to you and smirked. “A hug, my love?”

And you had no choice. You were passed from Carlos’s arms to Charles’s and hit with the freezing water that coated his swim shorts and his body. “Fuck Charles!” You squealed. “You’re freezing!” 

He just laughed and pressed your head further into his neck, pressing kisses to the top of your head as the paddock became a chorus of ‘awws’ and ‘oooos’. 

“I’m getting you back for this,” you gritted, low enough so only he could hear it.

He smiled wider. “I know you will.”

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Streaming goes wrong

Charles was doing another stream with the f1 boys, you knew that. Charles liked to get very focused on what he was doing, you knew that. But Charles had also promised to come pick you up from the airport, and after 30 minutes of waiting for Arthur to find his baggage (birthday surprise for Charles), then 40 minutes of waiting for Charles, nothing. Not even a phone call or a text. You were exhausted, Vancouver to Monaco was an 11 hour flight, and you hadn’t slept a wink thanks to the guy in front of you, who’s snores could’ve started an avalanche if they were given the chance. 

You opened twitch and pressed on Charles’s stream, to find him busy racing with the other boys. You sighed and decided to just get a cab instead, not wanting to bother him. He could be very forgetful, and you knew that. 

After a 32 minute drive, walking up the stairs with your suitcase since the elevator was out of order, and coming inside, you dropped your suitcase by the door, and went straight to your neighbours apartment to get Charles’s other birthday present even if you weren’t going to try and talk to Charles right now, not when you were that angry. 

Charless16900: wasn’t y/n coming home today? Did you pick her up?

Charles glanced at the chat to see the message and his face fell. He was meant to pick you up- he looked at his watch- more than an hour ago. He checked his phone to find the messages you’d left and he sighed. 

“I am in big trouble,” he told the group, a sorrowful look in his eyes.

George chuckled. “What? Why? What did you do?”

“I forgot to pick up Y/n from the airport!” He groaned. “She got a taxi instead.”

“Oh, so that was the noise from earlier, your door opening,” Alex added. 

“What?!” Charles squeaked. “She is home already?”

“I think so mate,” Max laughed. “Good luck.”

Charles got up from his chair for a few minutes to go and talk to you. “Baby?” He called out to the apartment. “I’m sorry?”

And then a pillow was flung at his face. “You dick!” Arthur shouted. “You forgot us at the airport!”

Charles stared at his little brother, completely confused. “What are you doing here?” He chuckled, throwing the pillow back. 

“I am here for your birthday surprise!” Arthur explained, throwing the pillow back at him. “You know, the one Y/n set up?”

Charles shook his head, even more confused. 

“Thanks Arthur, congratulations, you ruined the surprise,” you walked in with a small dachshund in your arms. “Well, here's the other part of the surprise.”

Charles stared at you. “You got me a dog?” He smiled, taking the dachshund from your arms.

“I got us a dog,” you corrected him. “Happy birthday-eve,” you smiled. “Also fuck you for not picking me up from the airport.”

“Yeah, exactly!” Arthur cheered, annoying Charles. “You could’ve seen me way faster- ew! Stop it!”

Arthur started complaining because Charles had started kissing you. You chuckled into the kiss as one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other held your new dog. Your arms wrapped around his neck as Arthur threw a pillow at the both of you, causing Charles to pull away and start chasing him around the apartment. 

You chuckled to yourself and picked up the pillow, fixing up your bed. Maybe you could forgive Charles for his mistake. Then you looked at his gaming set-up and saw that everything was still on and that he was still streaming. 

“Charles!” you scolded, going over and ending the stream with a wave. “Turn off the stream before you run off!”

“Sorry, my love!” He called back. 

“And Arthur!” you shouted. “Stop chasing your brother around my house, you’re going to break something!”

“Sorry!” He called back. 

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Qualifier

You watched with bated breath as the qualifier for the Monaco GP dragged on. It was the last lap, Oscar right on his tail, and…

He did it. He crossed the finish line first. Ahead of Max, ahead of Oscar, ahead of everyone. 

The entire paddock was alive with cheering. Every person pulled someone closer in with hugs and cheers, and it was all thanks to Charles. Arthur and you were jumping up and down, ecstatic that he’d won. As soon as you two could, you ran to the lineup and watched as he jumped out of the car, running straight towards you. He pulled off his helmet, handing it off to someone, then he scooped you up in his arms, a bright smile on his face as he kissed you. The small camera crew and the number of fans around clapped and cheered as cameras flashed and pictures were taken. 

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you smiled. “My winner.”

“Your winner, always. And soon, your husband." 

Thank god neither of you were wearing microphones. 

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Interview goes south

“Does being Charles Leclerc make you fuck more?”

Charles tried to stifle the shit-eating grin on his face when he looked up and found you with your head in your hands, shaking your head and laughing as the second-hand embarrassment hit you like a freight train.

He chuckled. “I am very lucky, I am very in love and my beautiful girlfriend loves me too,” he smirked. “But the answer is definitely yes,” he laughed as the other interviews burst into uncontrollable laughter. Obviously he was making a joke (no he wasn’t, you two went at it like bunny rabbits), but it was awfully embarrassing for you both. Charles beckoned you over and you obliged, only to set the record straight. 

“He’s joking about that,” you clarified. “And don’t be so sure on how much your girlfriend loves you after that answer,” You scolded. Charles laughed, holding you closer and pressing ‘apology’ kisses to any piece of you he could reach. The video ended with Charles chasing you around the paddock as you ducked past people to evaded his capture.

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𝑫𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

Sukuna x fem!reader.

Synopsis: As a jujutsu sorcerer, you were expected to fight and defend during the shibuya incident. What you didn't expect was to get light headed, and faint.

Note: Sukuna finds you after his fight with Jogo. He hadn't fought Mahoraga yet.

Cw: Slightly ooc sukuna, mentions of blood, mentions of death, slight panic attack, fire, fighting, pet names (brat, woman), fainting, comfort, angst and fluff.

Shibuya was a mess. Screams of those that are desperate to escape the barrier, screams of those dying to unleashed curses, and screams. Just screams. A nightmare.

Tonight would not be a night of normal deaths. Tonight would be a massacre.

You ran trying to find more sorcerer's, more people to aid, and figure out what the hell was going on. That's when you heard the yells.

"Nanami! Gojo is in trouble! He's been sealed!"

No. That's not possible, Gojo being sealed meant that there was going to be more of a fight. Gojo being sealed means the death rate would sky rocket.

Most important, who was sealed?

You continued to run, running towards the voice that was yelling for Nanami. That way you were around sorcerer's.

Maybe then everyone would have a chance.

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The streets were barren and silent. All survivors had been evacuated or killed. Sukuna had been released, and havoc had been wreaked across shibuya.

You didn't know who was alive.

After being caught in some of the aftermath of Sukuna's demolition and destruction, blood dripped and ran from multiple cuts and bruises you had.

Lightheaded and heavy hearted, you continued to track through the ruined streets of shibuya. It was your job as a jujutsu sorcerer. To fight and defend.

Labored breaths left your lips. You should've eaten before leaving for shibuya. Maybe drank a little water, too. It was too late for that now. You weren't going anywhere.

That's when you saw him. Sukuna, and he saw you.

You trembled slightly and turned around to sprint away. You wouldn't survive an encounter with him anyway.

"Hold it. If you move, I'll kill you."

His deep voice reached your ears, and you stopped moving instantly. He walked beside you and you didn't dare turn to look at him.

He let out a low hum before clapping his hands.

"Interesting. You hold yourself as if you have a chance escaping. Well go on then. Amuse me and run."

He said a hint of challenge in his tone. He wanted you to run. He wanted you to be the prey. Poor, helpless, prey.

So you did. Or at least you thought you had.

One foot in front of the other, but ine foot was stumbling, and the other was dragging. Your vision was turning black, and before you knew it, you had fainted.

Sukuna looked shocked for a second but rolled his eyes before catching your limp body.

"Damn brat. So weak you can't even run, how'd you even let yourself get like this?"

He scoffed and wiped a drop of blood from your brow. You looked exhausted, spent, and overworked.

Sukuna didn't feel sympathy, but he felt something. What that feeling was he couldn't describe. Hoisting you up into his arms, he carried you to a quiet curse empty place.

Not that any curse would challenge him. He just didn't want the trouble of protecting you and killing a curse. That's at least what he told himself.

Sitting down against a wall, he brought you down into his lap as he cradled you and brushed strands of hair out of your face. He hummed to himself. He couldn't lie. Your looks were remarkable. You were beautiful. He wouldn't say that out loud, though

He then looked at the cuts and wounds on your body and grunted. How did you let yourself get beaten up like this? How could you be so careless. Stupid woman.

He noticed your body tremble lightly as you slowly came back to consciousness.

"Finally. Stupid brat, I thought you'd keeled over and died like the weakling you are."

Your senses screamed at you to fight back, and your eyes pricked with tears. Your breath quickening. You didn't expect to wake up in the king of curses arms.

Let alone be alive.

You eyed him as your breath continued to quicken and a few tears rolled down your cheeks.

He looked confused. How come you were crying? He hadn't killed you, he hadn't harmed you, and he wasn't in the process of torturing you. So what were you crying about.

"I'm sorry."

You let out softly and slowly move your hands to wipe your eyes. Sukuna watches with confusion and doesn't say a word just clutches your trembling form.

Is this what you humans would call a panic attack? He couldn't quite remember what he was supposed to do to help. He remembered watching that Junpei brat have one, but sukuna wasn't the sympathetic type.

Never was, probably never would be.

That's what he thought until his hand found the back of your hair and he pulled your face into his chest.

"Don't cry. I'm not going to kill you, woman. Quit your trembling."

You listened and felt the rumble in his chest. Listened to his heartbeat, listened to the few little hums he'd let out every two minutes or so, his hand cradling your head to his chest.

Soon enough, you had calmed down and had even wrapped your hands in the uniform sukunas vessel was wearing.

Which of course came with a few grumbles of the king of curses.

"You have some nerve touching me so casually."

He said with a low growl to his voice, but you couldn't be bothered by his words simply basking jn the comfort he provided.

It's then that the man remembered seeing shoko up on a building. The doctor, she could help you.

Sukuna was starting to feel something. He knew this word all too well, though. Attachment.

He wouldn't let it last, though. He wouldn't let it.

He stood up, still carrying you and shushing your bombardment of questions.

Moving quickly, you soon found yourself on the side of a building. Higher up, you must be on a roof. Sukuna looked down at you and brushed hair away from your face again.

"Don't you dare die brat. Got it?"

He waited to see you nod and say 'yes' before he hesitantly leaned down and gave your forehead a kiss. Leaving as quickly as he had arrived.

You got up and began to walk around. You needed to see where sukuna had brought you. That's when you saw shoko and Principal Yaga.

"Oh, y/n. What are you doing over here? You're pretty roughed up."

Shoko said, finishing off her cigarette and walking over to you to exam your state.

"I uh, got lost. Ended up here I guess."

You lied as shoko lifted up your arms as you winced and closed your eyes in pain.

"Well, good thing, you're pretty injured, just come and relax. Let me take care of you."

You follow shoko and sit down reluctantly. There only lingers one thought on your mind.

When would you see sukuna again?

[vesppperoro]

Hazbin Hotel Cast with Sin of Envy!Reader (Pt.2)

Includes: Vox, Valentino, Velvette, Rosie.

Info: The reader has a similar appearance to Glitz and Glam from Helluva Boss! They are also based on a sea serpent. This can be read as platonic or romantic. Reader is named Leviathan, but will use Name. Similarly to how Asmodeus uses Ozzie/Ozzy. The reader is also assumed to have shape shifting abilities.

Vox

He didn’t really care all too much about you at first.

He did, however, care when you started taking out some of his employees.

He couldn’t do anything since he couldn’t travel to the Envy ring, so he fumed to the other Vees.

He thought you were just a sinner from the Envy ring, so he wanted to kill you.

When you showed up at his building and demanded to speak to him, he was finally happy that he could end your life.

That was until he saw how big you were and the sigil on your chest.

He was fucked.

You proposed that you two make a deal. Not for his soul, since he’d deny, but a small deal to keep him from running into the ground or dying.

Your support in exchange for some of his own souls and fame.

He would’ve denied if it wasn’t for the fact that you were a sin. Your support could make him sky rocket!

He greedily accepted and you became the face of some of his products.

You two became closer since you worked together. He won’t admit it, but he was drawn to you.

Your power far exceeded theirs and he loved that.

If anyone opposed them, he knew you would end them and vice versa.

You sometimes came on his talk shows. Not only did this show that nobody could mess with him, but it also skyrocketed his business because no he had investors from the Envy realm.

Valentino

He was drawn to you, as he is to most of his sexy pornstars.

You’re a hottie with a body. That’s all he really cared about at first. A pretty face and a sexy build.

Before he learned you were the sin of Envy, he offered you a job. You declined, however.

But he did learn of your status through one of his stars. Immediately, he went to seek you out again.

He offered you a deal. Not for your soul, of course. In exchange for your support, he would do any favors needed for you.

You accepted. Having an overlord under your thumb could prove useful.

After this, you hung out at his place quite a bit.

The stars were very happy because you stopped most of his rages and got onto him whenever he hurt them.

You also met Angel Dust through this. You two became friends and you helped him whenever he needed.

Since you came around, their jobs have been A LOT easier.

You also skyrocketed his branch because you offered some of your own pornstars to him.

He was very glad you were on his side, but he still flirted with you.

Velvette

She was drawn to the way you dressed.

She knew who you were because a lot of her clothes were inspired by you.

She loved the way you looked too!

When you visited the Pride ring, she immediately went to find you.

She wanted to make a deal with you as soon as she found you. Not for either of your souls, but for something else.

She asked for your support in exchange for clothing made specifically for you. You accepted gleefully after seeing some of her designs.

You became the face of a new brand of clothing she made, “Levi’s”.

That brand became VERY popular, especially in the Envy ring.

She was glad you gave her your support. Now, she was making way more money than Vox.

She also split the profits of Levi’s with you.

You thanked her.

You would also protect her from businesses that tried to copy or take her down.

After the incident with the first copycat, people finally stopped after seeing your wrath.

It fuels her with pride whenever she brags about having a Sin on her side.

Rosie

She met you whenever you visited Cannibal Town. You had came because Alastor had told you that you’d find loyal subjects there.

She fell in love with the way you looked. Platonically.

She also loved how the Cannibals liked you as well!

Eventually, you started hanging out with them.

Rosie loved your company! She enjoyed your input when it came to stuff from her time period.

You also told her about your own people and how there were some nasties they could eat if they weren’t full.

She always laughed. Even though you may be older, she treated you like her daughter.

You may be stronger, but she always protected your honor.

You used your power to protect her people and her.

Eventually, the war came.

No Cannibal casualties.

Why? They were under your protection spell.

Rosie was thrilled about you helping her people.

[ffverr]

On the discourse (that somehow still exists) of why the X-Men are feared and hated but other genetically modified heroes like the Fantastic Four or some of the Avengers aren't :

I still see this argument online that some people, usually not X-Men fans, pull out in a sort of gotcha moment. To kind of stick it to Marvel for being unrealistic or to vouch for the fearing of other heroes in the marvel universe to tip the scales.

There are two points for the "why is *random x-men* oppressed and not *random marvel hero*" discourse that people are always intentionally missing.

One- A base of mutant fear and repression is the argument that "it could happen to your children too". It could happen to ANYONE, from birth, and there is nothing you can do about it. No being careful of scientific experiences can stop your close ones from becoming a mutant. (Kind of like people are okay with gay celebrities as long as they're doing their thing from afar but it's a threat when it comes to their children/Friends/family being gay)

They layed it on thick with this amazing advertisment back in the day: "do you know what your children are"??? I mean come on it's not rocket science

Fun fact, the kid labeled "mutie" here is actually Franklin Richards, son of Mister Fantastic and Invisible woman. He used to be a mutant and this goes to show how somehow johnny storm can be beloved but his super powered nephew doesn't get the same treatment.

Two- Spider-Man, the F4, the Avengers etc... All these heros who get some powers by some incident. They're supposed to be rare and few in between. The fear of mutants mainly comes from the fact that they started popping up in the MILLIONS. A mutant isn't necessarly seen as an honorable individual that acquires powers and realises they have the responsibility to use it for good. To humans, they're millions of people (or at least hundreds of thousands) that are, just by existing, threatening the status quo of humanity. They are changing the natural dominance of humans for good.

So of course humans love the F4 (usually). Because they're not scared to be replaced by them in their day to day life, however they are scared to be rendered obsolete by mutants. When humans look at the F4 they see brave selfless HUMAN heroes. They relate to them, they identify with them. They're a sweet family dedicated to the world's safety. In contrast, the mutants represent a world changing threat that truly shifts the balance. And that's not comfy at all no matter how cute or harmless the power is.

This difference can even cause very understandable tension in between the X-men and other super powered groups:

In short, the mutant moral panic comes from the fact that for exemple:

-humans are afraid to loose their jobs to super powered level talents.

-humans are scared from groups of super powered people that could threaten their safety.

-Governments are scared of these groups being the equivalent of entire armies concentrated in a single individual.

- They're scared that their children could turn into something unimaginable once they hit puberty

-And some just hate the idea of being manipulated by a random telepath on the street without ever knowing.

In contrast of Spider-Man, humans feel like nature is done with homo sapiens and THAT'S what brings hate and fear.

That's why everytime a mutant hate crime happens in the comics, it's always accompanied by some human saying "y'think you're better than us weirdo".

+ Contrary to the avengers, mutants also claim a culture, a shared history and common experiences between thousands. This binds them together in a way they doesn't necessarly make them identify with humans. And this is overall irritating and scary to humans.

Also, religious fear-mongering of mutants is rampant!!! It does a ton to set appart the mutants from the scientifically modified heros of the marvel universe.

In the end, one of the best comic to portray this whole thing is still God loves man Kills.

It depicts a villain, Striker, that gains popularity by spreading religious propaganda to justify mutant hate. In an emotional and shocking twist, we come to find that Striker has had a mutant son, that he killed with his own hand because he was a "monster".

You can understand how Captain America, with his super body, doesn't really evoke the same existential dread. Bigotry isn't rational, but also, a shit ton of things complicate the mutant's inclusion into society that doesn't necessarly parallel perfectly with real world struggles so that's also to take into consideration.

[guillotine-drop]

How the mercs did their top surgeries

Soldier: got two rocket launchers, tied a rocket to each tit, and let ‘em rip

Demoman: did that sick ass move he does with the eyelander and sliced those puppies clean off in one swing

Scout: unfortunate foul ball accident at a Red Sox game that saw a 112mph fastball take them clean off while he was in the stands eating a hotdog

Pyro: sometimes they’re there, sometimes they’re not, just don’t worry about it too much and STOP FUCKING UNZIPPING AND REZIPPING THEIR SUIT

Spy: went to a clinic in Switzerland and spent his recovery time in the Alps in a fancy cabin with scout’s mother

Medic: did his own, decided he wanted them, gave himself new ones, decided he didn’t want them, did his own, decided he wanted them, gave himself new ones, deci

Heavy: never did his, man’s got his Big Naturals au naturel

Sniper: The Koala Incident

Engineer: swapped his for mechanical tatas with turret nipples, regularly torments spy by making him look at them, HAS shot scout in the ass with them

Bonus

Hale: there isn’t a man or machine on this planet that can take his rack save for himself, and he refuses to do it on the basis that they’re good for Mann Co. Advertising

Merasmus: Dark Ambient Swag

[gothhabiba]

From the Palestinian Red Crescent's twitter, 13 November 2023:

🔴 Al-Quds Hospital still under intense gunfire.

🔴 The IDF claims to be attacking a "Hamas terrorist" who is firing a rocket-propelled grenade launcher from Al-Quds.

🔴 The main power generator at Al-Amal Hospital stopped working. The hospital is currently relying on a very small generator to supply electricity only to the maternity ward and emergency lighting. Remaining fuel is expected to run out within the next 24 hours.

11:01 AM:

"🚨 The vicinity of Al-Quds Hospital 🏥 is still witnessing intense gunfire, with the presence of Israeli military vehicles. Our staff are trapped with patients and the wounded, without electricity, water, or food. We hope for their safety. 🙏"

1:10 PM, in response to this tweet from @IDF:

[ID: Tweet by Israel Defense Forces (@IDF) at 3:22pm on November 13 reading: "What could these Hamas terrorists possibly be doing with an RPG at the Quds Hospital?" Attached is a 20-second drone video of the hospital with overlaid text reading "Enemy fire from the entrance of the 'Al-Quds' Hospital towards IDF troops: terrorist with RPG launcher."

The PRCS issued a statement reading:

🚨 The Palestine RCS strongly condemns the false claims by the occupying forces about armed individuals launching projectiles from inside Al-Quds Hospital. The PRCS sees these claims as a blatant attempt to incite further targeting and besieging of the hospital, constituting a clear violation of international humanitarian law. ❌ PRCS rejects these baseless allegations, as the published video clearly shows that the armed individuals approached from the street while the occupation tanks were stationed in front of and shielded by the hospital, endangering the lives of medical teams and patients. The PRCS confirms that there are no armed individuals inside the hospital, and no shots have been fired from within. Everyone within the hospital are patients, their families, and the medical staff. 📣 PRCS calls on the international community to intervene immediately to protect its teams besieged inside the hospital, facing imminent danger with each passing moment.

4:22 PM:

"🛑 Today's attempt to evacuate Al-Quds Hospital failed after the IOF decided to return the designated evacuation convoy to the association's branch in Khan Younis, despite receiving prior approval.

"🚨 The decision was rationalized by referring to a security incident in the vicinity, despite the convoy undergoing thorough inspection. It is noteworthy that yesterday, displaced individuals were allowed to exit through a route specified by the occupation forces, under specific and challenging conditions.

"🧑‍⚕ Our medical teams, patients,and the wounded, along with their companions, remain trapped inside the hospital without food, water, or electricity, and their is 300 person."

4:49 PM:

"🚨 ⚠️ Today, the sole power generator at Al-Amal Hospital, affiliated with the PRCS in Khan Younis, stopped working. This threatens the lives of 90 patients receiving treatment, including 25 in the medical rehabilitation section who now face the risk of death at any moment. Additionally, around 9,000 displaced individuals have sought refuge in the PRCS premises and the hospital.

" 🏥 The hospital is currently relying on a very small generator to supply electricity only to the maternity ward and emergency lighting. It's important to note that the remaining fuel is expected to run out within the next 24 hours.

"🛑 The power generator's failure is impacting the operations of both the PRCS headquarters and Al-Amal Hospital, which includes the emergency operations room for the Gaza Strip. This has resulted in a loss of communication with the operation rooms scattered across the Gaza sector and the cessation of VHF communication services."

[matan4il]

As I promised to update, I'm back from the hospital and I'm okay.

Food was starting to run out (only had enough left for about half a day), I really didn't want to go to the store when it's dangerous to be away from the bomb shelter, but had no choice. Got food, but there's no bottled water to be found anywhere, exactly when Israeli citizens were instructed last night to stock up our bomb shelters with enough dry food and bottled water for at least three days.

The number of confirmed dead is officially at 900 (still not final), the number of wounded is at over 2,600, the number of kidnapped is at least 150. The number of terrorists who breached Israel's border and massacred civilians on Saturday is estimated to be at least 1,500.

I mentioned Mor and her grandmother already, but I felt like hearing her telling their story is important enough to share this vid. Testimonies like this are coming out in incomprehensible numbers.

Since the beginning of this war on Israel on Saturday, five independent terrorist attacks were attempted and stopped. Thankfully, no one was reported to have been murdered, though there are casualties.

In Egypt, a soldier guarding tourists (likely inspired by Hamas' massacre) opened fire at a group from Israel. He murdered two Israelis and their Egyptian local tour guide. At least one more person was also wounded in this terror attack.

There have been rockets fired into Israel from the north by Hezbollah (while Hamas fires thousands of rockets from the south) and there was also a breach of Israel from the north by another terrorist organization named Islamist Jihad. During this, Israel's northern citizens were instructed to lock themselves inside their homes. All of the terrorists who infiltrated Israel from the north were killed, but so was an Israeli commander, Alim Abdallah. He was supposed to finish his army service this coming Sunday. May his memory be a blessing.

On a personal note, my former boss' son was killed (may his memory be a blessing. ז"ל), and one of my colleagues has been kidnapped and is held hostage in Gaza.

Another personal story is that of Lior Asulin. He was a talented soccer player. Among other clubs, he played for an Arab team and helped it become Israel's soccer champion. He was murdered at the music festival that he went to in order to celebrate his birthday, and where at least 270 young people were butchered (ז"ל).

There's news from other countries about anti-Israeli demonstrations where the massacre of innocent Israelis is celebrated, in Australia the pro-Palestinian demonstrators shouted "Fuck the Jews" as well as "Gas the Jews."

In at least one protest a pro-Israeli demonstrator was beaten up:

And already there are antisemitic incidents, where Jewish establishments outside of Israel are being targeted.

Countries whose citizens are known to have been kidnapped or murdered by Hamas in the attack on Israel:

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[hugsandchaos]

Short list of LU x DP ideas

•Danny figured out Twilight’s secret on his own (“Wait, you know I was the wolf? How?” “You have the same markings, same vibe, you both have that magic rock, and you’re never seen at the same time. It’s not rocket science.”)

•Danny prefers not to let anyone help him tend to any injuries he might have and do it himself

•He has a death mark from when he was electrocuted, and it makes his body look like a bush or tree

•Had his backpack when he fell through the portal

•Has a habit of skipping meals at least once daily because of him being half dead and not needing to eat, it worries some of the others

•Typically a light sleeper, but occasionally looks dead when he’s asleep

•Once nearly jumped three feet into the air because he saw Warriors holding a butter knife and he thought it was a scalpel

•What do you mean blood moons cause dead monsters to come back to life? Can’t Danny just enjoy the pretty astronomical event?

•Danny obviously still carries that thermos everywhere, not that there are many ghosts around

•The group once encountered a pool of pure ectoplasm and Danny gave them an explanation about how dangerous it is and why, then proceeded to fill his water bottle up with it and take a sip

•Danny and Wild definitely have a habit of stopping at the same time to get a picture of the area or something

•Wind asks him what it’s like having an older sister

•Danny is usually forced to stay out of a fight since the rest worry he can’t handle it, even though he’s stepped in to help a few times

•Often wanders off with Wild and Hyrule, or by himself when nobody’s looking

•Lightning or electricity magic makes him nervous because of the lab incident

•If any of the heroes tell him they sometimes think they’re not enough compared to the others and he knows a story from their adventure, he’ll basically be like “Dude, you went inside a volcano! I think that’s more than enough!” or something

•Likes to joke about the place being haunted and doesn’t explain that it’s because he’s there (“If this place wasn’t haunted before, it is now”)

•Secretly empathizes with Twilight about being nervous to share his other form with his family in Ordona

•Debating whether or not it’s safe to share his status as a halfa

[emocka]

Improvised moments with genshin charcters in movies/shows

Note: fluff some violence (childe and scaramouche) ft Scaramouche childe kaeya aether xiao kazuha albedo al haitham tighnari hiezhou gorou

Aether

You were both child actors growing up. When you both turned 18 you got casted for the role of a couple in a comedy.

The improvisided moment?

You caused a literal foot chase. You went to get coffee told the director who just nodded and forgot.

When the scene came up. The cast couldn't find you. Yea your character was suppose to be out for a bit. So the crew and cast were filmed running around looking for you.

You entered the scene coffee in hand. Aether relieved ripped you a new one.

Your response?

'Coffee is my blood'

The episode was aired and you got a talking too. Aether brought your coffee since then.

Xiao

You two were playing as a couple.

Improvised moment?

You and xiao were suppose to be in a field with fire works. But with venti help you caused xiao to almost have a heart attack.

Reason?

You came out on the scene sparklers in hand running with xiao behind you trying to stop you.

Xiao the most deadpanned actor was freaking out.

Eventually he caught you but you both fell into a kiddie pool locking lips.

The scene was aired and the ship sky rocketed.

Scaramouche.

You were suppose to punch him. Not physically punch.

Too late you did it and broke his nose. The scene did get aired.

You two hated each other. Well you hated him. Yea you were little chubby and already insecure. Plus you were in the middle of some drama with fans of another actor.

Now to add being insulted by someone else you just broke.

You paid the fines and charges after the incident. You did community service as well.

Scaramouche?

He showed up at your door one day. Flowers in hand blushing with his mother behind him.

Kazuha

The director was well known for making some actors uncomfortable.

You were working with kazuha on a movie. When a certain scene came up you freaked out. You couldnt go through with it. The scene that aired was heartbreaking for the audience and kazuha.

You were crying and freaking out. A shirtless kazuha was comforting you. The director yelling at you to get on with it.

Kazuha wasnt new to this but he understood the pressure and anxiety you were having.

Eventually, the director had given up and sent everyone home for the day. The next day, a new director took over and redid everything, but they left in the improvised moment.

Kazuha showed up at your doorstep later with flowers in hand asking to talk.

Childe

You two were playing rivals to lovers. Both of you performed you own stunts.

The scene?

You two were actually fighting.

You knew at least four different fighting styles. So it came in handy. Childe knew more than you but that didnt matter.

What did matter was that you were on his back pressure pointing his neck. Didnt work so you readjusted his spine. This caused him to fall forward taking you with him.

There you lay on top of him his elbow in your stomach.

'That hurts! Get off your heavy!'

'You'll thank me later.'

Later you both were found making out. Childe had pinned you in the corner.

Gorou

You two were playing a secret couple. The scene in question

You were suppose to hug him. Not brush his tail? Wait where did the brush even come from?

Yea you were brushing his tail and burying your face in it.

You couldnt resist it and decided to go for it.

Gorou was blushing and very red.

He showed up at your trailer with a small flower and ask you on a date.

Heizhou

You were playing best friends in a comedy/ detective show.

In the scene you were suppose to hand him a candy bag. Instead you took off with it heizhou right behind you.

You were chased through out the entire episode.

You were even seen running past your other actors while they were on scene.

He eventually caught you and proceeded to flirt with you.

Tighnari

You were actually a mute actor and tighnari had to learn sign language to understand you.

There was a running gag that started when you were on set. You were playing a married couple. You were signing at him and he missed a step. This caused him to slide down the steps. You panicked and went to check on him.

This ended up a running gag as tighnari was literally in love with you. Walking while you signed hed crash in to random things.

After the stair incident he showed up at your door asking for a date.

Al hathiam

You two played as the rivals for a game.

Scene in question. Al hathiam was throwing insults at you. And they werent scripted either. Neither was the growl you gave him.

Turned out you two hated each other and it showed.

The insults and growl you guys did were so inspiring for the director that he let you guys go loose.

The second improvised moment was when he accidentally confessed on screen.

You ended up in his trailer after the scene making out with him.

Albedo

You were playing a couple in a Sci fi show. You got the spot because your masters background in science. But you asked the director to keep it a secret.

So your character was an airhead of sorts. WAS!

In a scene albedo was doing an experiment. He kept messing it up. Yes the young man who also had a masters in science was messing up an experiment. You got tired of watching him fail and stepped in.

'Move aside blondie' you grumbled. 'This is how you do it.'

You showed him how it was suppose to be done. Albedo jaw dropped at the terms you were using.

'What?' You asked.

'What college did you attend and what your current degree?'

Kaeya

You were playing a rom com couple.

The moment that was improvised by you? He was suppose to kiss you but you panicked. You had never been kissed.

Before he could connect your lips you grabbed a book and placed it in front of your face. Kaeya accidently hit the book.

You ran after that. Catching his interest.

Later he showed up asking to talk. When you confessed that it would be your first kiss he nodded. He smiled and said time will tell.

The scene aired with the audience on their seats.

He showed up on day asking for a talk

[etz-ashashiyot]

Anyone else who wants to send me a deranged, frothing at the mouth take about Israel needs to first stop and ask yourself the following questions:

Does harassing this diaspora Jew feed even one Palestinian kid?

Does harassing this diaspora Jew stop even one rocket or shell?

Does harassing this diaspora Jew house or shelter even one Palestinian family in a safe place?

Does harassing this diaspora Jew provide even one Palestinian with appropriate and timely medical care?

Does harassing this diaspora Jew cause even one unfairly demolished home to be rebuilt or to return even one plot of land?

Does harassing this diaspora Jew cause even one person actually in the Israeli government to care more?

Does harassing this diaspora Jew lead to any meaningful conversation or intercommunity dialogue?

No?

Of course it doesn't. You're just a dick and you owe me $18 for every incident. You can pay me by making a donation to Anera, Standing Together, or A Land for All.

Better yet: skip the hate mail and just be part of the solution instead ✅️

[devilishchaos]

Rings | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: pure fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Y/N is pregnant and her rings don't fit anymore.

Warnings: just fluff that made me cry; use of pet names "babe", "baby"; mentions of struggling during pregnancy; soft Rúben (I had to)

Word Count: 1 319 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

“Babe, what are you doing?” you hear Rúben’s voice, mixed with curiosity and amusement, as he walks into your shared bedroom and finds you in a position that’s more than questionable. Lying on the bed with your legs up in the air, feet against the wall and one single sock miserably hanging off your left foot. 

“What does it look like I’m doing Dias?” you manage to mumble, totally out of breath. Your full-time job as a watermelon, aka a pregnant woman, is kicking in now at only six months pregnant, and being this huge now makes the easiest thing seem like rocket science. 

“Are you doing some kind of yoga?” he guesses walking over to you as you keep trying to get your way around with that damn sock. He sits beside you, watching you completely amused by your stunt as you struggle to see anything from your belly. 

“I’ve been trying to put on this fucking sock for about twenty minutes now, but I can’t!” you cry out, feeling the frustration bursting out of you, tears dwelling in your eyes. Both of you are aware that it’s just the hormones messing with your head, but it still makes you feel like a loser, not able to put on your own socks. 

“Hey, hey, no!” Rúben softly coos as he gently grabs your ankles and places your legs on his lap. Grabbing the sock that’s hanging from your foot and he easily rolls it all the way up your foot before reaching for the other one on the nightstand and putting it on as well. 

“Talk to me baby, what’s wrong exactly?” he murmurs, his magical fingers working on your feet, massaging the swollen limbs with ease. 

“You won’t get it..” you sob, throwing your arms to the side, staring up at the ceiling. 

“I want to try. Please, talk to me.” he pleads and you can’t hold a soft moan back when he hits a spot on your sole that’s been in pain for days. 

“I just..” You let out a shaky breath blinking the tears away, not wanting to cry again in front of Rúben. “..I don’t feel like myself and I feel huge, like, humongous..bending is not an option for me anymore. It’s really hard, I keep reminding myself of the blessing that’s gonna happen once this pregnancy is over, but it still doesn’t change the fact that I’ve been feeling miserable in my own skin for months.”

You can’t stop yourself from talking, the most absurd thoughts have been stirring in your mind lately and even though it’s for sure because of the baby, you still found yourself judging your own thoughts. 

“I don’t feel comfortable in anything, I am itchy all over and that drives me crazy. My feet and hands are so swollen, it’s almost scary..” you continue holding your hands up as you take a look at your sausage-like fingers. “..and today I’m afraid I reached the point where my rings aren’t ringing anymore. I couldn’t put them on, they just would not go on my finger. And it made me really sad, because I love wearing my wedding stack so much and it means so much to me..I feel like I’m the worst pregnant woman on Earth.” you moan covering your eyes with your hands. 

“Babe, look at me.” he pleads, gently squeezing your feet, but you shake your head 'no'. Your eyes are probably red already. “Baby, please look at me.” he tries again and this time you peek at him. 

A warm, kind smile sits on his soft lips and his eyes shine so bright like the most expensive diamonds on the planet. Your heart is flooded with love just by one look from him and you could cry over how much you love this man.

“You’re not big, you’re pregnant. There is another human inside you which is just mind-blowing and your body is amazing for doing what it’s been doing for these past months. I know pregnancy has been hard and I can only imagine what you're going through. It’s okay to be sad, I know you can’t help it. And as for the rings - Meu amor, It’s okay, you will wear them again after the baby is born, just because you can’t wear your rings, doesn’t mean we love each other any less.” 

“But I wanna wear them.” you said with a pout.

“Here..let’s try this.” he took your hand in his and tried to put his wedding band as a replacement of yours, but his one was too big for your fingers so it didn’t stay on. 

A heavy sigh blows through your lips as you close your eyes for a few seconds. 

“It’s okay. I will be fine..I’m just emotional, I wasn’t prepared for this day to come - where my rings no longer fit..” you gave him your best smile and suggested that you go through your guy’s day, because you knew he will have a tough training and had to leave soon. 

*

It was now close to 7 p.m. and Rúben had returned not long ago. You two were chilling on the couch in the living room after having a quick dinner, a random movie playing on the TV. 

“So how did training go?” you asked, glancing over at him. 

“It went well. Better than I thought it would.” he responded “How was your day?” 

“It was okay. Not different from yesterday or the day before..same as always.” you mumble with a grimace as he starts massaging your legs again. 

“I have something for you.” your husband stated, a mischievous look on his face. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box that he handed to you. 

“What is it?” you curiously asked, as you took the box from him. 

As you opened it your eyes started tearing up. Inside was placed a plain gold band. 

“Baby..” you looked up at Rúben, he leaned over to kiss you softly. 

“You were pretty devastated this morning about your rings, so I went to the jeweler after training and got you this as a substitute. He said that he could re-size yours but I thought it would take longer, so I just bought you this one. And it is just temporary so it should be good. Do you like it?” 

“Oh, I love it, Rúbes. Thank you. I love you.” you said, wiping a few tears that had fallen down your face, before leaning in to kiss him again. 

“I love you. Both of you, so much.” Rúben replied after breaking the kiss. “Put it on. Let’s see if it fits.”

“You put it on me, please.” 

He took the gold band out of the box, took your left hand and placed the band on your ring finger. 

“How does that feel? Is it okay, did I get the right size?” he wanted to make sure. 

“It’s perfect. Thank you.” you wrapped your arms around him so you could give him a hug. 

“Ouch!” you gasp and Rúben immediately launches closer, worry placed all over his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, frantically checking your body, looking for something that might be wrong with it. 

“Nothing, just..baby Dias is playing football again.” you groan as you grab Rúben’s hand and place it to the spot where you felt the movement. The baby kicks again and Rúben gasps in awe, eyes glued to your huge belly. He has received all kinds of movements from the baby with so much amusement and adoration, you just know he will dedicate his whole existence to this child. 

“I’m so sure this kid is going to be a football player like his daddy.” you sigh as you feel more movements. 

He shifts, brings his head closer to your bump and presses a soft kiss to the spot where your baby kicked last.

[tinygenderfluid]

You know what's kinda insane to me?

The fact that Ash Ketchum isn't famous in the pokemon universe, like in-universe.

You mean to tell me that a ten-year-old going region to region, meeting multiple legendaries and solving insane problems with his recognizable as fuck pikachu isn't atleast twitter famous? Not even considered a cryptic that when people say that they met him, he beat their asses in a pokebattle, then continued to also beat a legendary/an evil league/team rocket, that people online don't go: "oooh another region/world wide incident that can go on the conspiracy board, time to put new red threads between this major world-impscting event and the fact that this kid might me god."

I mean, he atleast should be famous in Kalos from the jumping-off-the-Prism-tower-fiasco alone but he also sorta stopped an artificial apocalypse set up by an evil pokemon league using an unidentified legendary and a previously long lost mega-evolution form from a starter pokemon. (It's been a while since I watched the anime, don't get on my ass).

I mean, pokemon champions are kind of considered famous because people recognise them in-universe right? Shouldn't someone online have recognised him from hanging out with so many champions alone? You mean to tell me that if some random ten-year old started showing up in news articles with famous people even if he was just in the background, no one in the entire world would make a reddit post saying 'hey look at this funny coincidence, this kid has been spotted with 5 champions or something' ????????

Buzzfeed unsolved episodes have been made about less.

I get it that he wouldn't become well known from the mewtwo incident - because mewtwo erased the memories of everyone involved if I remember correctly - but you mean to tell me no one remembered him from the three legendary kanto birds and Lugia (saved the world), Entei, Celebi, Latio and Latias and literally every other movie? Sure, say those aren't cannon. WHAT ABOUT THE TIME HE LITERALLY GOT KIDNAPPED BY A THOUGHT TO BE EXTINCT POKEMON IN THE FIRST SEASON?? THAT DINO-ASS FLYING POKEMON THAT FORCED CHARMELEON TO EVOLVE INTO CHARIZARD SO THEY COULD FIGHT IT? HE'S NOT ATLEAST INFAMOUS IN KANTO FOR THAT??

Also you can't tell me that there are a lot of ten-year old who fight in multiple major pokemon leagues in contention for the title of regional pokemon champion.

There has to atleast be one autistic 5-year old and their mother in the pokemon world who know all about Ash Ketchum because his adventures are low-key insane.

[futbol16]

It’s silly • Alexia Putellas & Claudia Pina

Request: Could you maybe write a part 2 to your "Soccer Moms" story? Maybe something with Claudia getting jealous because her and Alexia are injured and can't play or y/n and Alexia being protective over her since she's injured? I loved seeing that family dynamic! Also, these are just suggestions, but anything with their little family is appreciated! Your writing is fantastic btw!

Part 1 Soccer Moms

Word count: 2k

“SÍ TANA!” you shout in ecstasy as Aitana sends a rocket into the goal, the goalkeeper having no chance to even move from her spot. El Johan erupts in joyous cheers as the young girl sprints your way and you easily catch her when she jumps on you. “Que golazo!”

“It’s all yours, the assist was perfect!” she beams as you let her down and you laugh at her humble self. With a squeeze to her shoulder you gently nudge the side of her head and send her back to her position to restart the game. 

Claudia frowns at the proud look on your face and she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. Cata takes a glance at Pina from the seat next to her and she raises an eyebrow when the injured girl slides lower in her seat, almost sulking in her spot. 

“VAMOSS CAPITANA!” this time it’s Aitana and Patri’s voices that make her refocus on the match, only now noticing that you’ve scored yet another goal. Claudia watches on as her two friends cling to you, almost hanging off your arms as the team celebrates. She so desperately wishes to be there right now, playing and celebrating with you. 

Another huff leaves her nostrils as she brings her hand up to chew on her nails, an anxious habit of hers. Another hand swats her away from her mouth and she knows who it is before they speak up.

“Pinita, stop chewing your nails, you'll make them hurt.” Alexia scolds from the seat above and Claudia obliges immediately. A second later the full time whistle deafens her and within an instant you’re off towards your bench wanting to celebrate with your two favorite people, both who are currently out with injuries.  

The wide smile on your face is contagious and makes Alexia grin as well while the younger brunette merely musters up her own smile.

“Clau, you saw that goal? I scored the first goal for you!” you excitedly tell the girl as you gather her in your arms and press a big kiss to her cheek. Claudia’s face heats up at the action, despite it being an everyday thing, and she squeezes your hand.

“I did, it was good.” she comments as she lets you go and your eyebrows furrow in slight concern for her lack of enthusiasm. 

“Do I not get a goal?” Alexia’s teasing voice brings the smile back to your face and you move closer to your girlfriend who eagerly hugs you. Her hand wanders to the back of your head as she feels you discreetly press a kiss to her neck before you let her go. 

“The second one was for you” you inform her and she gives you a playful wink, urging you to celebrate with the other girls too.

You pull her with you, only now noticing that the team’s bench has cleared and everyone is on the field. You’re about to jump on Mapi’s back when something catches your eye.

“Pina!” you hold the girl by her arm who stares up at you rather confused until you motion at her leg “Didn’t the physio tell you to not put pressure on it?” she rolls her eyes at the rhetorical question, pulling her wrist from your soft grasp.

“I’m fine, it’s fine” she brushes your concerns off, making a show of it as she demonstrates her wobbly walk. 

“See? It doesn’t hurt. Now will you let me go and be with Patri?” there’s a certain tone to her voice that has you frowning but you nod, watching as she hobbles away from you. You wonder what could’ve upset her but before you know it, you’re roped into Mapi’s shenanigans and you forget about the little incident. 

“Come Capi, I’m sure Ale wants to celebrate this in a special way!” she barks out a laugh at your bewildered expression and you push at her when you realize what she meant. 

The next couple of days after the game are a bit more relaxing, Jona focusing on recovery and rehab for the injured players as well. You swing an arm around your favorite youngster’s shoulders as she walks into the facility. She leans against your shoulder before she abruptly pulls her head back, almost as if she did something wrong.

“How’d you sleep Pinita?” it was your usual question, the first every morning.

“Good.” the answer is rather short and though it’s not bad, it is underwhelming. Claudia usually mentioned something about what she dreamt or how her breakfast was when you’d ask that question. You shrug it off though.

“And how is that ankle of yours? Getting any better?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” she answers blankly and this time you knit your eyebrows together at her lack of - well, everything. You figured that maybe she was just feeling a bit under the weather.

“Don’t you worry bebé, you’ll be back on the pitch soon” you rub her shoulder affectionately as to punctuate your encouraging words. However, it seems to have the opposite effect from what you hoped.

“Mhmm” the brunette hums as she wriggles out of your hold, turning the corner towards the indoor gym - where she’d be doing rehab - before you get another word out. 

Your walking comes to a halt as you stare after her, slight hurt in your eyes and feeling rather helpless. You contemplate over what to do, you question why Claudia might behave towards you like this, but you decide that you’d leave her to be. You would just ask her later on.

That plan didn’t go the way you wanted it to and three days later you find yourself in Alexia’s arms in the middle of the empty locker room. Her hand softly rubs your back up and down and she lets you lean most of your weight on her. She had noticed how you seemed to be emotionally spent. 

“Talk to me, mi amor. Is everything okay?” she softly whispers, afraid to break the bubble the two of you had created. She tightens her hold on you as you let out a small sigh, humming at you in question.

“Did I do something wrong? Do you think I upset her in some way, Ale?” you mumble into her neck, your lips tickling the skin there. Alexia frowns at your deflated tone.

“Upset who? I don’t think you could upset anyone querida” you softly smile at her, a hand playing with the ends of her hair before you pull back a bit to look her in the eye.

“Claudia. She’s been avoiding me and whenever I ask her something she’s always short with her answers.” you can see the brunette in front of you ponder over your words and you continue. 

“And she also has been pushing me away- you know how much Pina likes hugs.” you reason to her, now pulling away as you gesture with your hands. 

Your girlfriend carefully takes your hands in hers instantly calming you a bit and you stare into her big hazel eyes, eyes you loved so much. 

“I’m sure she is just a bit overwhelmed, you know how I was at the beginning of my injury.” you nod as she points out and she moves your arms to circle her waist. “Don’t worry too much, I know how you get when it’s her-”

“- Or you” you interrupt her and Alexia chuckles.

“Yes, and me. Try to talk to her about it. Or I can talk to her if you’d like that better?” she offers upon noticing your distressed expression and you nod, pressing a sweet kiss to her awaiting lips.

“Sí, por fa. I don’t want her to be even more upset with me” a sad look flashes across Alexia’s face but she nods to your request. She stares at you for a moment and then she pulls you into her arms again, keeping a firm hold on you. The click of the door being opened makes you turn towards it, your expression slightly faltering when you recognize the person standing in the doorway.

Alexia clears her throat as she places a hand on the small of your back, a gentle encouragement. 

“Or you could just talk to her now” she’s out the door before you can blink, closing it behind her and effectively trapping you in the same room with the young forward. A beat of silence passes by and then another one as you stand across from each other, awkwardly shuffling from foot to foot. 

“I was at the physios” Claudia tells you in a nervous tone, somehow picking up on your worry without you having to voice it. You nod and clear your throat.

“Good, that’s good.” you wince at the frustrated huff she lets out and will yourself to look at her. 

You instantly spot the tears welling up in her eyes and the sad yet guilty expression she’s wearing. Your eyes rake over her form, the anxious lip biting and the way she’s picking at her fingers.

 You feel your heart break at the sight of her so small, so vulnerable and it doesn’t take you much thinking to, once again, gather her in your arms and cradle her close to your chest. A muffled cry breaks out of Claudia’s mouth and she lets herself melt into you - into your warmth that she’s missed so much. 

Like Alexia has done with you, you let the younger girl put her weight on you and you're careful of her foot still in her boot. 

“Pinita bebé” you whisper into her ear but her only reaction is to hold onto you even tighter. “I’m really sorry if I upset you somehow. I know my worrying can be annoying and overbearing, but you know how much I care about you.”

She frantically shakes her head at your words, pulling away just enough so that she could tell you what’s been bothering her.

“No, it’s not that. I like when you worry about me, you and Ale.” she tells you sincerely with a small sniffle and you give her a comforting smile. 

“It’s just- I wanna be out there and I want to play and this stupid sprain won’t let me” she mutters, angrily gesturing at her boot. She swallows hard and then looks up at you again, her eyes telling you more before her voice does. 

“And I guess I was jealous of you. Lo siento. It’s silly, I know but you could play and score goals and it just didn’t seem fair. I missed you, I missed playing with you and I wanted to be the one celebrating with you and- and” she exhales in frustration as she gathers her thoughts.

 “It’s only been a few weeks and I’m already so bored of this thing” she again points to her injured leg and you laugh at her wording, getting a smile out of the girl. 

“I miss you too mi pequeña, and it’s not silly. It’s okay to feel like this Pina, it is normal and we’re all here to help you.” you softly cup her cheeks and she leans into you, eyes shining with adoration. 

“I did talk to Jona though and the physio, if everything goes well you can be back to playing in two weeks bebé!”

“Two weeks?!” she excitedly squeals, eyes widening in happiness and you grin at her with just as much enthusiasm. It's as if that was all Pina needed because she visibly relaxes and the sulking expression is replaced by pure joy.

“Two weeks!” Claudia jumps into your arms tucking her head into the crook of your neck and you smile into her shoulder. A pair of arms wrapping around the two of you makes you glance up and your eyes connect with those hazel ones, bringing peace to your mind. Alexia sends you a loving smile as she kisses Pina’s cheek before leaning closer to kiss you. 

“Te amo mi amor” she whispers to you in her softest voice, her eyes only softer as you blush.

“Yo también te amo” 

“Los amo a ambos” and just like that, for the first time in a week, you feel whole again with your two favorite people in your arms. 

[nimrochan]

I don’t think that my few handfuls of followers on various social media accounts realize that I’m an American-Israeli. I’ve been watching things unfold and staying silent for the most part. I know it’s very easy to have an opinion from the comfort and safety of my home, but too many people are also echoing online opinions without enough information or thought behind them. Although it’s fair to say that I’m biased, I think it’s important to view conflicts from multiple perspectives. Including and especially from someone from the actual region/culture that everyone outside of it suddenly has an opinion on. And I think I’m ready to say what I wanted to say:

Why aren’t people more angry with Hamas?

I’ve spent some childhood years in Israel. Every week on the news was another incident - a bus b*mbing, a car b*mbing, a s*icide b*mber… I remember being terrified of getting on buses, or going to public places. I remember soldiers standing at the entrance of every mall, and I remember hearing how one soldier died while stopping a s*icide b*mber at a mall entrance - both were women in their early 20’s. Until today my father tells me to avoid crowded places, and to always stand in a corner with my back on the wall to observe my surroundings.

When I moved to America I had moved on from these memories and didn’t really think about them. But the attacks never stopped. For DECADES. And over the last few years I did notice that very few non-Jewish Americans were aware of what life is like in Israel - having a barrage of rockets rain on you every once in a while. Having alerts to warn you to head to the nearest shelter. Israel has the protection of the Iron Dome. But it’s not perfect, and some rockets do hit their targets. Also, you know, maybe people shouldn’t be firing rockets unprovoked into another country?? (Don’t even get me started on Hezbollah, too.) No one bats an eye if other countries randomly shoot rockets into Israel, but as soon as Israel retaliates to try destroying the area where rockets come from, everyone comes out of the woodwork to condemn them.

Some of my American family members have an app that dings every time rockets are fired into Israel. I could never bring myself to download it. The number of dings drives me crazy.

In fact, if you ever wanted to buy a piece of jewelry or sculpture made of Hamas rockets, there are businesses upcycling them.

If you’re not from Israel, I just want you to imagine the number of rockets that regularly have to come into your country for any rockets-to-products businesses to even exist. For reasons beyond my comprehension, a lot of political parties in America want to defund the Iron Dome, a system designed solely for defense. But I digress.

Gazans never had an Iron Dome and yet Hamas gives no regard to the lives of their own people when they fire openly from homes, schools, hospitals. When they hide hostages and weapons in heavily populated areas.

I remember frantically texting and calling people on 10/07 to see if any of my family members were harmed or killed in the attack. All while anti-Zionists already rallied on social media to offer no sympathy and blame the attack on the Jews on, the Jews. Right. Luckily, whatever close family I had in the area was far away enough from the attack that they were spared, and they soon evacuated. My second cousin and her kids were only spared because they happened to be away, but their home was in ashes and their friends and neighbors were dead.

Israel is a small and close-knit country. I don't have words to describe how we grieved. 1200 innocent civilians sl*ughtered for no reason. That number is just a little under half of the number of deaths on 9/11, and it was done without the help of airplanes, just men running around killing people. The youngest one was 14 hours old. This is the largest m*rder of Jews since the Holocaust. I won’t even go into detail about how some of their bodies were mutilated because it’s too horrific for me to want to type it out. In fact I left the most disturbing footage out of this post. I had been avoiding seeing the footage of Shani Louk, but it was shown at the exhibit too and I’ll never be able to forget it for as long as I live. It made me sick to my stomach.

Look at the pictures. Look at all those shoes. The last time I felt such powerful emotion staring at shoes was at a Holocaust museum. A lot of item displays included their owners’ smart phones showing their final videos on a loop. The people who attend the Nova festival tend to be laid-back, free spirits. They show up covered in glitter and wearing fairy-wings, waving rainbow flags. They lived next to Gaza because they felt safe there, and they often supported Palestinians. Listen to the unhindered joy in the voice of the man calling his father to tell him he had m*rdered ten Jews. One of the most disgusting parts of this is the fact that people protested outside this exhibit as well.

When I brought myself to browse social media again, over and over I saw posts about how “they deserved it” and “they had it coming.” The same people, the same self-proclaimed “feminists” who would shared the #MeToo and #YesAllWomen hashtags, people with immensely large followings, were now having no sympathy for the Israeli women who were r*ped, basically saying “she asked for it.” People defending and excusing Hamas because they “weren’t created in a vacuum.” When did we start excusing r*pe and t*rrorism for ANY reason? On that note, don’t you think Israel’s aggressive defense of itself also stems from a historical reason, shaped by outside forces?

And then there are many voices still expressing plain denial! This was the most well-documented t*rrorist attack in history, because the attackers filmed it with pride, and yet over and over I also saw people posting about how “it never happened,” “they would never do that,” and how these t*rrorists were just “resistance fighters” with propaganda crafted to “make them look bad.”

In my home state of New York, I saw people marching wearing same types of scarves that these “resistance fighters” wore to commit crimes against humanity so recently, tearing down posters of Israeli hostages instead of hanging their own posters on innocent killed Gazans and sharing in the grief.

I see people over and over calling Israelis “white colonists,” when in fact MOST OF THEM ARE BROWN, dark-skinned just like their neighbors (if I showed you photos of my family in Israel, you'd be surprised to learn they aren't Arabic). We are an ethnic minority on this planet and in every country except Israel, but antisemites love to flip the script and paint us as majority white colonizer oppressors. When the majority of Americans calling for the abolishment of Israel are themselves actually living on colonized land (I mean, really?) When most of North Africa has been colonized by Arab populations, yet everyone seems to conveniently forget that. Most alarmingly, I see people marching the streets and praising Hamas and the actual 10/07 attacks.

These same people probably could never spot Gaza on a map before 10/07. Where were they for the Chinese Uyghurs? Where were they for the mass murdered Syrians? For Afghans left at the mercy of the Taliban? For Iraqis killed after 9/11? For Darfur? Because no news unless Jews, right? How can you say you care about Muslims and then praise Hamas? How can you be Pro-Palestine and Pro-Hamas at the same time?! There is a huge, sick problem in America when college students here are applauded by overseas t*rrorist leaders on goddamn Twitter.

And these “Queers for Palestine”- where is the support for the gayest, most feminist, and most liberal country in the Middle East? (Go ahead and look up which country in the Middle East holds annual Pride Parades.) Where is the support for the millions of Arab-Israelis and other non-Jews who call Israel their home? Where is the support for the Arabs and non-Jews also killed on 10/07? Where are the feminists using their voices to demand Hamas return the hostages that are very likely being r*ped as I type this?

I feel like I’m going crazy telling people that there is a lot of fake news and propaganda being spread by Hamas and eaten up by the West. I am not the kind of person to use the phrase “fake news.” But when I see some extreme footage allegedly showing the IDF doing something especially horrible, I count the hours or days before the news is silently retracted because it turned out to be incorrect. Propaganda against Jews has seeped so far into gentile culture over the decades that people don't even realize it. It’s become sickeningly casual and normalized in all kinds of circles. Hell, I don’t even know who to vote for or who secretly wants me dead - the left side with the pro-Hamas crowd or the right side with their white supermacists .

No, I am not denying that a lot of innocent Gazans are dying horrific deaths. When I see footage of injured Palestinian children, I don’t look away and pretend it doesn’t happen, because it does. But what about Hamas dressing up as civilians, firing weapons among civilians, and continuing to hide the hostages??? What about the 15-17 year old brainwashed children marching with guns? When is enough enough? You know which army doesn’t hide in civilian clothing, or recruit children, or parade naked dead women around after they’ve killed them?? Take a guess.

War is fucking awful. And I'm not trying to justify it, just trying to articulate why this is such a clusterfuck of a situation. Someone please name any other country that wouldn’t retaliate and demand their hostages back after such an ugly, unprovoked attack. Someone please explain to me why the hatred is so intense and out of proportion. Again, DECADES of attacks. Someone please tell me what should be done - because if you do nothing, then 10/07 happens over and over and over again. Israelis are all living, breathing people with families just like Gazan civilians are. Stop dehumanizing us.

Why is it that after the Ukraine-Russia war started, when most westerners were on Ukraine’s side (including myself so don’t jump down my throat), that individual Russians living in western countries did not feel threatened the way individual Jews are being threatened? That war actually seems a way more black-and-white situation to me. Why did the Israeli singer for Eurovision need presidential-level protection from the mob gathered outside her hotel? Why did the other contestants continually insult her? You think every single Jew on the planet has a say in what happens in Israel?

Why am I going on social media to dumb down, only to see posts like “Reblog to increase IDF soldier s*icides” and “Like to # CeaseFire” and “From the river to the sea” (that expression basically means to promote the killing of all Israelis, I don’t care how you look at it). Why are you trying to call a cease fire with t*rrorists who are known to constantly break ceasefire, then make a surprised Pikachu face when they do it again?

Anti-Zionism is a clever cover for anti-semitism. The very definition of Zionism is the pursuit of an independent Jewish state (of which there is currently only ONE - for comparison, there are 57 Muslim countries). A lot of people don’t even know what Zionism is when they call themselves Anti-Zionist. And if you do? Most Jews are Zionist. You can’t separate semitism from Zionism to make yourself feel better. Israel is such a tiny country, it takes 6 hours to drive end-to-end across the longest part. While all over the world, synagogues are being threatened, Jewish graveyards are being vandalized, and Jews are being attacked, you are absolutely telling me and my people that we don’t deserve a safe space. And yes, Jews are indigenous to the Middle East just like Arabs are.

How do people rally against discrimination, but in the same breath act like discrimination towards Jews doesn’t count? You can’t reason your way out of it. You do not get to tell me what is and isn’t antisemitic.

Hamas does NOT give a damn about the actual land that Jews are living on. Hamas’s ultimate goal is to kill all Jews (it's LITERALLY spelled out in their government charter), is that what people want?? And even if you deny it, you think you could theoretically move all 8 million Jews out of Israel to where exactly?

You think other countries want to welcome a mass migration of 8 million Jews? (Remember why Jews left in the first place?) You want literal t*rrorists to have a stronger foothold in the Middle East?

Why do the surrounding countries condemn Israel, yet not step up to help Gazans either? Why won’t they open up their borders?

I’m sick and tired of people who have zero stake in the Middle East and very little knowledge just jumping on the bandwagon and virtue-signaling like it’s some clear black-and-white situation when it’s not. And then having the nerve to lecture ME. I’m angry and I’m frustrated.

Bring them the fuck home.

[fromgoy2joy]

The many funny things that the Israeli Fellow at my Hillel has done- Part 1

Background- Hillel is the massive Jewish student organization across America where they have older 20 somethings working with college kids. "Fellows" are the people working these positions. Content warning- if you don't like Israelis being portrayed as human beings, this post isn't for you. Bugger off and go do something else productive with your time.

Every text I get from him starts out with "Joyyyyyyyyyyyyy" and most of the time, it's because he's asking me to do work for him.

trying to recruit people to the volunteer trip to Israel he's helping out with, he beckons over to me at a Shabbat dinner. He points at me very excitedly -

"Joyyy? Joy? Any plans for this summer?"

Amos I'm not JEWISH yet!!?

randomly holds people's hands- man or woman or anything else.

He's making me learn Hebrew.

He also at the same time thinks I know Hebrew. Because he has me make posters for him and says "Hey so this is how you spell it- alef, gimmel, resh…"

I once walked late into an event where he had everyone stop what they were doing and shouted "This person! She can draw something for us!!!!"

I asked him about his military service and he said "oh yes! I was a medic at a checkpoint!" Then I asked, a bit hesitant. "Did you.. see things?" "Yes, yes. An old lady from Rafah had a diabetic incident once :-) . Gave her gatorade but it wasn't a good flavor."

Later he bragged that he was the best out of everyone in getting to the rocket shelter and that he still has pieces of the missile that blew up his friend's car.

He has recruited me as his official unpaid tiktok maker. It's his world and we're all living in it.

Has sighed and shaken his head- "All of you are so... pasty. Go to the sun."

gets super mad when people don't cut vegetables for his salads right

Has been adequately described by the term "A day late and a dollar short"

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny had been following...ok, stalking his bio dad for a while now. He didn't have anywhere to go after Amity blew up and Clockwork just came out of no where almost a week after the initial incident to pretty much say, "Hey! You're adopted! Also you're a clone baby! This is the name and main alias of your parent and here's how you get to your home dimension!" Then he was gone.

Ancients.

Again, its not like he had anywhere to go and he had nothing better to do. So following around his fourteen year old father (his original?) and his scary bat mentor around a gross crime filled city at night seemed better than nothing. It felt kinda wierd calling him dad in his head but at the same time he didn't want to call him anything else. His inner Jazz said it might be his subconscious grasping for any safe or familial connections it can find, but whatever. He'll call him dad. Who will ever know?

He knows Clockwork told him not to interfere with any of the battles here. He was only ever meant to be a fly on the wall (actually he wasn't even supposed to be here but the old stopwatch couldn't really stop him) but it was so frustrating to see this Red Hood guy appear one day and start hurting his dad and not being able to do anything without exposing himself.

But nothing prepared him for the new Robin.

He hated the new Robin. He had everything Danny ever wanted and he chose to treat his family like that? The anger he felt towards RH was nothing compared to what he felt towards the new little bird. Damian would look around whenever he was alone, likely feeling they eyes on him from Phantoms intense glare. Good. He wanted the kid to know he was unwelcome.

Danny may have died at eight and become a superhero, but that didn't mean he couldn't hate another child vigilante if he was given enough reason to. Danny stopped aging after the explosion that ruined his afterlife and his inner Jazz had a lot of theories about that but in reality he knew why.

He had been waiting.

He knew the bats were mortal and one day Batman would be too old to fight and Robin -now Red Robin- would need a protégé of his own, right? Then he'd pop in and reveal himself as Tim Drakes long lost clone son and everything would be perfect.

Damian didn't just put a wrench in those plans. He ruined them entirely! If Batman is replaced by Damian than Red Robin will likely always be a sidekick.

And sidekicks don't need sidekicks of thier own.

So Phantom made it his afterlifes mission to make Damians stay in Gotham as miserable as possible to make him leave. He would make sure Damian would go back to whereever he came from at the first available opportunity, even if he had to possess the whole city to do it.

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Danny took cover with some other kids in a nearby clothing store. The riddler was one of Batmans common rogues and was dangerous. He and the others watched in horror as a third party, likely a gang of some kind that didn't appreciate a hero battle on thier turf, stupidly fired a freaking rocket launcher at the two of them. The projectile missed the mark by a large margin and hit a nearby business tower, sending rubble and debris down of the two fighters. Riddler was quickly pinned while Batman eventually got pinned after a few really cool evasive maneuvers. Red Robin went to assist while Robin went to fight the gang members. A lucky shot from one of the gang members got RR in the leg, sending him down momentarily.

Danny managed to rally the other kids to help dig Batman and Riddler out from where they were trapped by stealing a bunch of black hoodies for them to wear and ripping up a black shirt for them to wear as blindfolds. They could see out of them just fine, but it would hide thier identities from all parties.

Together they rescued the pair and Danny silently rejoiced at helping Red Robin limp away and treat his wound at a safer location. As much as he wanted to let this interaction last, he knew he had to bouce once RR started asking him questions.

Phantom later looked at himself in the reflection of a piece of building material. He had been told before that a ghosts appearance could change based on significant events in thier afterlives. Seeing his former symbol on his chest had disappeared and the smooth crisp edges of the black blindfold that had materialized on his face he knew what had happened. And he knew he would do anything to be with his father again.

His efforts to get rid of Damian intensified.