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ghoap are parents!!!
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Never forget that this would not be happening had Biden reined in Israel in October '23 instead of giving them a blank check to attack anyone they please. At the very least there should have been consequences for Israel bombing an embassy.
Instead Biden promised iron clad support for Israel. We're now facing the possibility of a huge regional war that will devastate the lives of tens of millions of civilians in West Asia
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iran's retaliatory attack comes after israel bombed the iranian embassy in syria, killing seven. the inviolability of diplomats and the extraterritoriality of their property is the fundamental basis on which any kind of diplomacy operates: it was international law for thousands of years before international law existed, it has been respected by the most disgusting regimes in existence (e.g. both the soviets and the nazis deported each other's diplomatic missions, killing none), any transgressions have always been the blackest stain on the violator. a few days after israel's attack, ecuador raided the mexican embassy in quito to arrest the former vice president, who had been given protection by mexico. that a state-on-state attack on an embassy occurred is horrific enough, pointing to the rabid, brutal, rogue nature of the israeli state; that two happened within a week is a dire signal. we live in a much more stupid, dangerous, violent world
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Iran has launched missiles at Israel in retaliation against Israel’s bombing of their embassy. Let me be clear, first and foremost, that I do not think Israel left them many other options. I believe Israel did this to encourage the US to send them more money. I understand why this has happened.
That being said, we cannot now turn towards praise of the Iranian government. First and foremost, it is still the same government that allows “morality police” to kill women for what they wear. It is not a government that acts in the interests of the freedom of their people.
We also cannot forget that in war it always the rich who make the decisions, and the poor who suffer the consequences. As the threat of regional and perhaps even global warfare grows closer, we must remember that war is an evil that does not kill indiscriminately. We cannot get caught up in the notion of Israel reaping what it has sown. We must remember that those truly in power in Israel will not suffer- only the poor, the marginalized, the powerless. We cannot, even for a second, allow ourselves to imagine allies in those that would lead us towards this.
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joseph likes their neighbour john.
he’s funny, has a cool accent, doesn’t snitch when he catches joseph sneaking out (so long as joseph tells him where he’s going, in case anything were to happen). sometimes he even has his nieces and nephews come around, and joseph likes hanging out with them.
but, what’s most important about their neighbour john, is that he seems to be one of few people that can actually make joseph’s uncle simon laugh.
joseph’s uncle, much like his father, is quiet, introverted. he’ll laugh and smile with immediate family, crack jokes and tell stories and give some damn good advice—but outside of their home, uncle simon always reverts to a calm, polite demeanour, because that’s just how he’s always been around other people.
except for with john. or johnny, as uncle simon calls the neighbour. it makes joseph gag just thinking about how fondly his uncle says it.
but it’s become very obvious, with every time that uncle simon pays them a visit, that if there isn’t something already going on between him and john—joseph would make certain that that would change.
so he gets to work—purposefully kicking his football into john’s backyard and begging his uncle to go retrieve it, causing minor havoc with simon’s car just so john would have to fix it (john’s a mechanic, so joseph knows how to not permanently damage his uncle’s car), claiming there were containers and items that needed to be returned to john. joseph is hellbent on getting them to talk more.
it’s almost miraculous, when john finally invites uncle simon to dinner one of the times simon is on babysitting duty—which was bullshit, joseph is sixteen. but he wastes no time shoving his uncle out the door because finally, finally all his efforts paid off.
and now it’s time to start planning the wedding, obviously.
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Our Future Days
Chapter 1 - *Pt.3*
SoapGhost TheLastofUs Au
OFD Masterpost (Includes Further Tag Warnings)
Chpt1 Masterpost
~1.5k Words
// Original Character
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"MacTavish, wake /uuuup/! Last warning before I dunk a bucket of water on you again..."
It takes a minute for the words to reach him through his comatose state, but when the words do finally process in the man's head, the threat of getting murky water from god knows where poured onto him quickly coaxes the Scotsman into moving. He jumps forward off the ground, almost bumping head first into the girl leaning over him.
"Alright, alright, I- /I'm up/," he yawns around his words, stretching his limbs out until an audible pop can be heard. “No need for the water theatrics again, ye little devil,” he mutters.
The teen next to him shakes her head, her eyes rolling as she tosses a wrapped up wad of parchment paper at him. "Here. You need to eat. Alex and my mom left you some scraps from this morning."
Johnny sits up on his knees and unwraps the package. Some sort of cooked game, likely rabbit, sits wrapped inside the paper. Johnny digs into the meat, gnawing at the cooked skin as he makes note of his surroundings.
They're sitting in the middle of a spacious foyer, a half-broken chandelier hanging over them, and their supplies lay strewn about the room. Old tables lined with gilded trimmings and loveseats adorned with lush fabrics are braced against the doors and windows, a film of dust collecting on them. A grand staircase wraps around the left side of the room, and late morning sunlight pours in through the glass doors out back past the kitchen.
"Shit, how late did you guys let me sleep in?" Johnny asks around a mouthful of rabbit.
The girl shrugs. "I dunno. Seemed like a few extra hours or so? Alex tried waking you up earlier, but you were not having it." She smirks at the man before continuing, "My mom offered to just go and scout with Alex instead, said you could use the rest."
Johnny groans fiercely at the news. "Goddammit Madison, you guys should've woken me up! Hell, kick me next time if you have to!" He waves his hand around as he talks, using it to swipe the irritation off of his creased brows. "That should have been my job. If they run into anything out there they can't handle, I'll-"
"Oh relax, Johnny!" she butts in. "For one, we did try kicking you, and it didn't work. And two, they can handle themselves out there just fine! They've done this sorta thing plenty of times before… Hell, they've dealt with just as much shit as you have."
"Ach! Language!" he reprimands, which earns him a very defiant tongue sticking out at him. Johnny responds by swatting at her leg, Madison, in kind, kicks away his hand with the point of her boot.
The two snicker at each other for a moment, their laughter bubbling over into a more solemn tone.
"Seriously though, they'll be fine. You trust them, right?"
"Och! Course I do… It’s just that this is the third time this week I’ve somehow managed to sleep through my patrol.”
“Well maybe if you didn’t work yourself to the bone like you’ve /been/ doing you wouldn’t be so tired.”
“‘M not ov’rworking m’self,” Johnny argues around a large bite of rabbit meat.
“You are!” Madison continues to reprimand him. “You don’t get enough sleep because you insist on keeping watch the whole night, you don’t eat enough because you keep rationing like we don’t have enough food or something-”
They don’t, really, this far into the journey, but that’s a little secret best kept between him and Alex.
“And what /really/ gets me is how you go out of your way to be the first one going through every doorway or around each corner. Seriously, it’s like you practically throw yourself at those things and it’s really starting to-”
“Oh Christ, Maddie, can you at least let me finish my breakfast before we start on this again?” Johnny begs. He knew the girl meant well and all, but after nearly three weeks, it was getting a little more than exhausting having the teenager scrutinize every other action he makes.
“No. I don’t mind, and I’m sure the rabbit doesn’t care either way,” she flips the better half of her auburn hair over her shoulder and crosses her arms.
Johnny had to admit, it honestly did amaze him that in the midst of of their harrowing, borderline-suicidal trek across open territory, she still managed to find the time to bestow upon him the imperious discontentment typical of a moody teenager.
“Look, I appreciate the concern Maddie… ‘Ay don’t give me that scoff, I mean it!” Johnny promptly moves past the jeer. “Now you’re not gonna like it, but I swear by it when I say that everything so far has been /categorically/ manageable in my books. Trust me, if you think this has been bad, you should’ve seen the last patrol our squadron got trapped on before me and Alex ditched the regiment. Did you know your skin turns all dark and purple if you’ve got a case of gangrene? Saw a guy with trench foot in our troop get it pretty bad.”
“Is this supposed to be reassuring somehow?”
“... Right, point being is that Alex and I, we’ve managed through plenty worse situations before. And I know it’s not much,” he reaches over and motions for Madison’s hand, she reluctantly holds it out for him to unwrap her balled up fist, twisting their pinky fingers together, “but what I can give you is a promise. I swear that if I feel that I’m pushing myself too far, I’ll let ye’s know, cross my heart and all. And in turn, you stop worrying that lil’ head of yours, that sounds like a fair deal to you?”
She seems to mull over his words, chewing on the inside of her cheek before eventually landing somewhere between dissatisfaction and despondence.
“I worry because I don’t want you getting hurt too, you know?”
Any lingering indignation Johnny felt at being lectured by the teenager melts away in an instant. He can’t hold any resentment towards the poor girl and her lectures, after all. He could see the lingering mournfulness in the way she fidgeted, the thought of her father surely flashing in her mind.
It’s been nearly a year now since the Kellers lost him. It still doesn’t make it any easier, he knows too well himself how the passage of time alone hardly makes the memories any less painful. Especially in a life like theirs, where no one’s afforded the luxury of a proper grievance, not when the next tragedy is waiting just around the corner.
Johnny gives her his best comforting smile. “Bah, you worry too much,” he says while bumping his fist against her shoulder. “Way too much for your age, I think you should trust that we’re all gonna turn out just fine. You know, I’ve got a good feeling on this one, a gut feeling that we’re gonna find something good at the end of all this, you’ve just gotta wait and see.”
“Mm, you sure that gut feeling isn’t the rabbit meat you just scarfed down?”
Johnny huffs a breath of laughter. “It’s not the fucking rabbit, Maddie.”
Madison’s expression morphs into a scornful, scrunched up expression. “Oh, so /you/ get to curse all you want to, but I can’t,” she scoffs.
“Well I’m not fifteen, Maddie,” he deadpans. “And I don’t have a mother as kind and considerate as yours. who’s only wanting the /best/ for you and who’s wishes you should respect-”
“Oh /brother/, now you sound like Alex,” if her eyes roll any farther back into her head, Johnny swears they might end up staying that way.
Ahh, and there it is again. That characteristically feisty temperament most teens are built with a natural disposition to.
If it’s a choice between the annoyed groans of displeasure, or the mournful sadness unbefitting any child not raised in as unjust a world as theirs, he’ll take the petulance any day of the week.
"I mean it. You’re not gonna lose me, or Alex, Mrs. K, or anybody else. I promise, alright?"
"Yeah… I know." She squeezes back his pinky, a sly grin growing on her face again. "Alright, but I’m not kidding when I say you better watch after yourself, or the next time I have to wake you up with a pail of water, I’m adding mud and worms to it."
Johnny pulls his hand back, putting on a show with his wide-eyed, shocked expression and his hand held tightly to his chest in mock offense. "Oh, you wouldn't /daaare!/ No, you’d never, you like me too much."
"Not as much as the worms will," she barks back, and his face contorts in hurt. He’s about to say another jab, but Madison pushes him over before he gets the chance.
She bounds towards the kitchen, yelling over her shoulder. "Alright, well I’ve had enough of all that, I’ll leave you to finish up your food. Oh, and start packing up your shit up so we can be ready before my mom and Alex get h-/eeere!/"
She narrowly dodges the rolled up parchment paper being launched at her head.
“Language!”
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The majority of Simon's body finally feels alive as he weaves his way through the hustle and bustle of the city streets…
*** To be continued in Pt.3***
#soapghost#ghostsoap#john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x john soap mactavish#ghoap#fanfic#long fic#fic in progress#ofd#ash writings
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"you're good at art you should go to college you should start animation you should get a job in the industry you have so much potential" I SHOULD BE IN THE WOODS. EATING POISONOUS BERRIES
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Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.
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joel miller in every episode of tlou
1x05 endure and survive
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@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks
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ppl who dont draw fanart dont understand the joy of completely separating a character from context and just dressing them up like a dolly
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