#✿ ━ safiya answers.

[ghostsprobably]

hey, i have a question of Safiah (safyah? safiyah?) can other beings get in that spirit state she got into after Daphne? or is that a once in a lifetime thing? sorry for bothering!

not bothering at all!!! i love questions ^-^

i would say safiya's circumstance was VERY unique, as daphne didn't know that she wasn't a normal fox cub. She was the fairy of youth and if young animals met untimely deaths near her shores she would grant them a spirit form as a second chance at life, and they would sort of act as her eyes and ears away from the lake (not literally). If safiya had still been in human form or if daph knew she could understand her, she likely would've had a totally different approach to the situation.

I think after this whole thing she would also be sort of paranoid about finding more transformed humans. like now its in the back of her mind that its a possibility

[kheprriverse]

Did I ever tell y’all Tekoha has kids? Idr tbh but I'm doing that now lol

They’re twins; Tefke and Safiya!

More info in the tags ↓

[bbrabbits]

pssst I couldn't post this as a reply but on the whole watcher "tv quality content on youtube thing" ....

markiplier was also literally nominated for an Emmy for in space. Like. THE EMMYS.

how they even say something like that with a straight face, knowing the kind of content he and so many others are producing, knowing how damn hard Safiya works at her content quality even discounting everybody else.....

I've no idea.

yeah sorry abt that i have replies from non-moots turned off bc of how this website can be at times tjhrerj but ty for going out of ur way to send me an ask abt this bc I HAD NO IDEA???????

i dont rly keep up with tv award shows and havent for years so i literally didnt know, but that truly makes that so much worse. holy fucking crap. get off your own dick, ryan. you arent shit.

[langfield]

Hi. So although I’m starting to understand more about Safi as a character, there’s still something I can’t get over and wondered how you saw it. Seeing as Safi knows first hand the pain of a parents’ divorce, and was furious with Yasmin for keeping her dad out of her life, how could she do what she did to Robbie? Like I get that she wanted to hurt Lucas in the most extreme way possible but to use his child against him, a child who she was fairly close to as well, is crossing a line into making her unlikable for me. I would argue it ended up hurting Robbie more than Lucas since Lucas knows it’s not true that it was Robbie’s fault but Robbie will have to grapple with wondering if it’s true maybe for years to come. Apparently Lucas said that was the least bad thing that was said to Robbie? I get Safi was acting irrationally but she could have idk made him pee his pants on stage or something? When Max points out how wrong what she did was she still doesn’t seem to have much remorse either. Just my two cents. I know it’s just a game but yeah, that plot point touched a nerve with me and it doesn't bode well for her future power squad leadership. Just wondered how you saw this? thanks

ah, yes, the robbie thing. i will say off the bat that i do view this action of hers negatively : in the sense that i cannot sympathize with it in particular. while i understand hurting gwen and lucas ( both of whom did betray her -- especially gwen, despite all her good intentions ) i don’t give safi any slack for harming a child in the process. my max always allows lucas to file a restraining order against her, and though she bites her tongue about robbie during their talk, she doesn’t approve nor necessarily understands safi’s reasoning for it. her ‘cold, but i get it’ is a vague affirmation she doesn’t really mean, but is willing to say in order not to trigger safi further. at this point max can overlook it because safi is still a flight risk and she is notorious for setting side her own morals to agree with her best friend’s choices ( the handicap fund in lis1 jumps to mind immediately, a choice max hated making and did not agree with, but did so for chloe’s safety ). however, i believe safi hurting robbie was an intentional line the game drew. while anyone could easily get behind safi’s revenge narrative against those who actually wronged her, not many would be down to see innocents hurt in the crossfire … in many ways, robbie’s situation is supposed to show that safi’s vicious nature can easily get out of hand, and that ( perhaps! ) her view on things isn’t so clear at all. a point that’s further made, i think, in how fast her emotions change in episode five! even unintentionally, those actions she makes in anger does indeed hurt everyone around her, from the guilty to the innocent. for example, moses gets caught in the storm and is subjected to being overruled by safi herself, despite the fact moses isn’t subjected to the torment lucas and gwen recieve. he describes his experience like being locked in a sarcophagus, with him being locked away inside his own body. it’s clear that the part of safi within him did this to protect him in some way ( from the storm, from herself? ) but this hurts him in the end regardless due to the events she still set in motion. safi isn’t just capable of hurting those deserving, she is also prone to hurting those she cares for via carelessness and a narrow view. so her hurting robbie, despite probably caring for him, isn’t the shocking part. it’s the deliberateness of it. it’s the fact he is a child and she’s an adult. it’s about her knowing the pains of divorce as a child and pressing into that wound anyway. perhaps even creating it.

frankly, i can see many reasons why she would. perhaps it’s one or the other, or a messy concoction of every single one. though the most important thing to remember here is a.) this is definitely not a forgivable act, and the game wants you to look at safi differently for this choice, and b.) i do think safi is supposed to grow from this decision she made. my personal belief is that being away from caledon and her mother and vinh will help shape her with a bit more compassion than she has … she is in no condition to lead or teach, and in many ways is just as naive and new to this like diamond is. i honestly believe she’ll learn more from daniel and alex than they could ever learn from her. i believe this trip is supposed to give safi the breathing room and connections she so desperately needs in order to become better, or begin that road to closure and healing. she is most definitely not a leader! alex, daniel, nor max need a leader. to me, finding other people like her is more about self discovery than anything else, but i digress.

to touch upon something i mentioned earlier, safiya’s view of things has been warped and bent by her anger, which in turn thwarts any logical thinking. she has become selfish in her pain, wallowing in it and refusing to move on for four plus years -- repeatedly picking at that wound over and over again to keep those feelings fresh, and to remind herself of maya, and the book, and the betrayals that followed. her inability to talk about it also makes it easier to get lost in, since she has no anchor that grounds her in reality, nor any outside help besides gwen’s encouragement to put those feelings into poetry. safiya felt silenced by others and therefore silenced herself, and i’m sure many people know how easy it is to become self obsessed with all the trauma you’ve mounted in your head … how easily one can grow entitled or righteous when the only voice you’re ever hearing is your own. things become simple and clear even when they’re not, things become digestible, they become problems that can be simplified and excused. i don’t think safiya shows remorse for what she did to robbie because, in her eyes, there isn’t anything to be sorry for. whatever feelings of disgust or shame she initially had has long since been rationlized to her, to the point where it makes complete sense and was a necessary evil for a bigger plan. maybe safi was able to convince herself that the cruel things she told robbie ( while wearing his father’s face ) were honest truths the kid had to hear now rather than later? maybe safi convinced herself that robbie, just like she had been, was the reason for the divorce, and that she was being rather kind in telling him that horrific truth when everyone else would’ve lied to him. or maybe safi didn’t care ; perhaps she looked upon this kid who still had contact with both of his parents and was filled with a sickening envy, one that choked all the air from her lungs, a greenish feeling that made her so mad she just spoke and spoke until she couldn’t anymore and that was that. safi is prone to misconstruing people in her head to fit her narratives, to justify her anger, to hide from the fact that she hates herself just as much as everyone else. she’s the same person who claims that vinh doesn’t regret bending to caledon despite doing the same thing herself and confessing to such regret to max. despite vinh consistently beating himself up over what he did to maya as well, just like her. again, she is nothing but tunnel vision after her book deal is cancelled, and when left without a proper target to channel that anger into, those feelings sort of explode everywhere instead. all while she justifies it to herself and believes everyone to be guilty … always on the lookout for the slightest hint of betrayal so that she may retaliate first. safiya might appear very poised, intelligent, and strong during most of her scenes ( and she is all three of these things! ) yet her behavior is erratic, scared, a little more than paranoid and exhausting.

if she cannot see past her own hurt, why would she feel any particular way about hurting robbie? if this is a world that guts everyone anyway ( a world that sells them for parts ), what’s the point of sparing this child? it’s an immature world view, although an understandable one. nothing saved maya. nothing’s gonna save safi. this is how the world works, with the people you love most dying or betraying you … maybe robbie would be wise to learn that sooner than later, especially considering the absolute monster his father is. or, perhaps, it’s all about lucas : maybe safi knew there was no other way to destroy him, not when caledon covered for him before, so she went where it’d hurt and dug in as deep as she could to ensure there was no sweeping things under the rug anymore. maybe lucas was so evil and vile in her mind, that all of his kin was rendered revolting by extension? sins of the father and all that?

regardless, the brutal truth of it all is that safiya does not care for the people around her at this point in time. i mean, she does deeply love moses and max, but she does not care for them, if that makes sense? she doesn’t even care for herself, as evident by the suicidality she reveals during the storm, via this brainwashed person and the plaque on the science department’s roof :

i do not mean to imply that safi is at all evil or wrong for these feelings of apathy, because they’re rather understandable feelings to have during this intense time. when i say she doesn’t care for robbie, i mostly mean that she’s too tired and too angry to properly empathize with others ; it isn’t a conscious decision, she did not just flip her compassionate and empathy off, safi has just merely shut down beneath the ever growing weight of her own emotions, which are far too powerful for her to withstand alone. we see how she physically breaks apart into ‘tiny pieces’ at the very end of episode four … she shatters, completely, until there is no more safi left. mainly because safi has neglected herself in this quest for vengeance, mainly because safi has never existed, or so she thinks, mainly because safi has spent four years relating everything back to maya okada and desperately wanting to lay down and die over how that emptiness made her feel. this doesn’t excuse her callousness towards robbie or for using him as a pawn -- though i find the action to be realistic and, while fucked up, understandable and tragic in it’s own way. robbie is the face of a much bigger problem safi possesses, a problem the game starts with him, and then ends with the storm : where we see the extent of her apathy ( like we see with vinh, someone who safi used to be close to as well ) and general discontent with the world around her, how safi is always grouping everyone in her life together rather than acknowledging them as seperate entities. her thinking is very black and white in that way. i will say that i do think safi regrets the robbie thing, at least momentarily, in the same way she regrets everything she’s done … when safi demands max to kill her, she claims it’ll fix everything, that she deserves it for hurting so many people. robbie isn’t mentioned specifically, but i do think this is one of those things she is able to feel the weight of in that specific moment, before all that anger piles up again. it’s not enough, although it is something i keep in mind. at safi’s core, she doesn’t like hurting people. this is the same girl who was known by her dad and mom as desperately trying to save a cat from a tree, breaking her arm over it, and then crying on the way to the hospital about if the cat was okay or not. this is the same girl who feels so guilty for not helping her soulmate, she has dedicated her entire life to her as penance. this is the same girl who, despite yasmin covering up what lucas did and despite their constantly turbulent relationship, forgave her mom and tried her best to make it work. it is very easy to remember safi as how she is during double exposure, a deeply angry person who is unfairly dragging everyone down with her, but she isn’t some bloodsucking monster who delights in that pain she’s causing per se. she is hurt, and highly emotional, and does awful things because of it -- things like toss a kid into a personal hell all because of a plan, all because she’s desperate to get lucas in a way that’ll stick, all because she thought herself as the cause of her parents divorce and so robbie has to be too.

again, it’s not a choice of hers that is easy to digest! it is meant to show a darker side to safi’s need for revenge, her tunnel vision, the extent of her obsession with this. i’m actually glad it touched a nerve with you because i think it’s supposed to make the player feel a certain type of way about her. however, i do hope i shed some light on safi’s decision to do this, and that this helped you understand her somewhat, even if you never agree with her ( as you shouldn’t! ). thank you so much for this question by the way, i absolutely adore getting these sorts of asks where i can analyze the characters more in depth. or at least attempt to! safi is so infinitely complex and reserved that there are many reasonings you could find behind her actions, making her fun to dissect, even if all her inner workings are mostly wounds and a deep seated mood instability.

[mechahero]

@anestofocs asked- 🐤 Ai Jian or muse of your choice. Send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours (accepting!)

Lambda, a moment later tweeting: im pretty sure their head made a loud thud as it bounced off of the floor

[lazarus-harp]

here’s the character playlists! i need to dig through my spotify for the relationship ones but enjoy these as a temporary fix!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2xuFFh50tyBT5TIw5KPjCo?si=2dUHyF8bQ_OPFABLz9w0dQ

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3ykAqiOza1KTbOiiew0bAA?si=JnH6Q69MRpCIh7BwoT1f7A

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6c8z6eLDfpaPkgVFb5FZ6p?si=73hpZL-pSdaDBJQJ07DYNw

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4cxuUKhmLYamaJTkP4vMMe?si=JCADGv0ISDOGyWhkV7L40g

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7DzHCbAaCKTa2JaNftUw61?si=pU-Pqf3fQeS2j3XNmh8faA

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/085wGvsPjbrCz9TjMeo399?si=KCs_h9e9Qtu4yLSZaxLkiQ

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/40s3z18T8wC10VtAJVO6uj?si=P36a11CHSfSIvhTIlnZjhA

hell yeah!!! these are some absolutely amazing characters to have playlists for! i will definitely be combing through this in the coming days 🫡 and take your time finding the relationship ones <3 i'll just be patiently waiting for more bangers

[teenagefeeling]

sometimes i wanna start a traditional blog just so i would have somewhere to dump my silly little informal research on niche topics and like write little essays. youtube does NOT appeal to me i'm a writer not a video editor but like starting a blog could be fun........

[mewhenimanangel]

everywhere ʚɞ miles morales x reader

pairing: 42!miles morales x reader

synopsis: you got your schedule changed after an altercation. suddenly you’re everywhere in miles’ life.

wc: 2.0k

warnings!: swearing, violence

next ʚɞ

you were sitting in your guidance counselor's office, getting a schedule change. you got into a fight with someone in your third period, so the ultimate decision was changing what class you had then. you changed it from algebra 2 to physics. "girl you're just lucky the bransons aren't gonna press charges against you" your counselor said, typing up something on her computer.

"don't see why they would it was literally that bitch's fault." you mumbled the last part. "hey, watch your language in here!" she scolded you. "ms. bennett knows you're coming to her third period, so go now before you're any later" she said dismissing you.

you walked into the class and a couple heads turned to you. "oh y/n, you could sit..." ms bennett drew out looking around the room. "oh there, there's a seat open next to miles" she pointed to the back of the room and you followed her finger.

there was a boy sitting there, seemingly in the middle of drawing something. his hair was plait back in two braids, purple hoodie over the school uniform, he had dark brown skin and brown eyes staring back at you. he rolled them as he picked up his bookbag that was sitting in the chair next to him.

you walked over to the desk and sat down "hey i'm y/n" you said in a flat tone, if you were gonna be in this period now you might as well talk to someone. "i know, i can hear" he mumbled not even bothering to look at you.

you rolled your eyes at his attitude - so much for trying to talk to someone - and just focused on ms bennett. you knew who he was, you'd seen him around the halls before with his friends. he often got into fights and would butt heads with teachers. though you knew he was smart, he had to be he was in advanced physics after all. and when your school had their annual awards ceremony at the end of the year he would always be on the list.

you glanced at him a few times through the side of your eye, looking down at his doodles on his worksheet. he looked up and noticed you staring "what you want help or something?" he asked in a sour tone. "no, i can do my own work" you rolled your eyes. "then stop staring at my paper" he scoffed.

"whatever. your drawings are nice." you complimented getting back to your work. he didn't say anything he just looked at you before getting back to writing. "so you don't know how to say thank you?" you said not bothering to look at him. "do you ever stop chatting? maldita boca ruidosa"he spat, mumbling the last part. "why'd you even come to this period? heard bout ya fight is that why?" he asked.

you looked over at him and answered  "yeah, it was that dumb bitch melanie's fault anyways don't know why they didn't move her schedule" rolling your eyes.

"i saw the video, you really beat her ass" he blew a quick breath out his nose. "she deserved it" you scoffed. "what happened?" he asked you. "now who's the one that won't stop chatting" making him roll his eyes. "she said something about my mom and ain't shit was funny" you told him, sighing looking back down at your paper. he noticed your mood change and decided not to press any further, getting back to his own work.

the bell rung and you grabbed your bag handing in your paper. miles watched you leave, your friend safiya, waiting by the door. he knew who you were even before ms bennett said your name. he would see you around the halls, you were usually quiet and kept to yourself unless you were with safiya. if you were with her he would always hear you guys laugh, watching as you threw your head back at something she said.

he admired the way you carried yourself, you always looked nice and made yourself look as good as you could in standardized uniform. he had to admit he thought you were pretty - the way your curls framed your face, the little beauty mark you had on your cheek, the shade of lipgloss you wore that complimented your warm brown skin.

when his friends went up to him telling him you got in a fight with some girl, he was a little shocked. he didn't take you as the type to throw hands. in the video you had her pinned to the ground, straddling her waist throwing punches at her face. she was fighting back of course but not any where near hard enough to stop you. when ms bennett and another student ran up to pull you off each other you were yelling a string of curses at the girl, blood pooling by her nose. he figured whatever she said to you must've been bad.

the day continued like normal for you two until seventh period when you had to go to your new math class. "y/n sit right there in front of that desk." your teacher told you. she got to teaching for the next five minutes until the door opened "morales where were you?" she cocked an eyebrow at him. "bathroom. i literally asked 'fore i left" he brushed off heading for his seat. he furrowed his eyebrows seeing you in front of his desk.you shot a playful smile at him that made him roll his eyes.

he sat down and leaned forward to your ear "why are you here?" he whispered. "i switched classes dummy" you turned to the side. "yeah but why you sittin by me again" "i got put here, that's what you get for wanting to play mr loner and sit away from everybody" you smirked. "what-" he was interrupted by the teacher "miles, pay attention and stop chatting" his tsk made you snicker.

the last bell rung and you got up to leave the class, dropping your headphones on your way out. miles was about to leave when he saw them sitting on your chair. he sucked his teeth and shoved them in his pocket, leaving the class.

you and safiya walked down a few blocks to your favorite bodega for an after school snack. "lenny you have any more beef patties?" you asked, leaning on his counter. "you love them ting eh?" he chuckled, ringing you up. "one in the back, i got to restock" he pointed. "i miss you now, they wrong as hell changing your fucking schedule instead of that bitch." safiya groaned, grabbing a bag of chips from the aisle next to you. "dead wrong" you agreed, heating up the patty.

you went back to the counter to pay lenny when you heard the bell ring at the door. "tienes que estar bromeando" miles groaned. seriously why were you all of a sudden everywhere. "aw hey stranger" you smiled at him. "you obsessed with me or something chica?" he asked before going to the counter. "who would be obsessed with you? please" you scoffed, taking a bite of your patty "whatever, lenny you got any more beef patties?" miles asked the man.

"nah sorry bro. she got the last one" he apologized, pointing at the patty you were in the middle of biting. you nervously laughed as miles turned to glare at you. "culo molesto" he mumbled to himself. "aight just get me this" he said putting down a snickers bar and an arizona. he was about to leave with a scowl on his face but you stopped him "look if it's that serious, just take this half" you tore the patty in two. "it ain't that serious" he brushed off. "you obviously want it i can see that damn expression on your face. just take the thing dummy" you rolled your eyes pushing it in front of his face.

he rolled his eyes and this time there wasn't any meanness behind it, you saw his face light up by the tiniest bit. he took it in his hands "thank you." he mumbled. "aw you have manners" you said, you and safiya moving to the door.

"good night lenny!" you and miles called out to him. you shot a glare at each other, before he left and the two of you followed behind. you walked with safiya until you reached her turn "i'll see you tomorrow stink" she called out to you. "bye bebe" you kept walking seeing a familiar head of braids kneeled on the ground tying his shoes.

you decided not to bother him but he heard you coming anyway. he glanced over his shoulder doing a double take when you saw you. "alright are you following me now?" he mumbled.

he was getting really suspicious of your sudden appearance in his life. he was a little worried that it was in relation to him being the prowler but on the other hand something about you was so soft and harmless. "i live up this way, dummy" you rolled your eyes. "i have better things to do than follow you around you know" "whatever, you been everywhere today and it's mad weird" he kept walking. "yeah that's kind of what happens when you share a class" you joked.

he looked at you through the side of his eye as you two walked in sync. "anyways i gotta go this way, i'll see you tomorrow dummy" you said, quickly crossing the street. he watched you walk to your building admiring the way your hips swayed when you walked. he kept walking when he saw you walk up the stairs and enter through the door.

ʚɞ

"baby can you go pick up some groceries?!" your dad called out from the kitchen. you groaned before trudging to your dresser to put on some sweatpants. "thank you baby" he said to you, you ignored him and grabbed the money and the list in his hand before putting on your slides and leaving the apartment.

you didn't hate your dad but when your mom died you grew distant from each other. he just got weird and his temper grew shorter so you just began avoiding him. after every argument you guys had he would just buy you things hoping that would make up for it, and it did. but for the most part, you just wanted your dad back.

you walked down the street keeping your hand in your pocket on the small knife you carried for safety reasons. you went to the grocery store and picked up everything on his list, including a little something you wanted. you checked out everything and made your walk back home.

something was off though, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched. and not just someone looking at you but peering into your soul. you looked over your shoulder to see if someone was following you but nothing just people on the street minding their own business, laughing with friends, and two people arguing. you sped up down the street and didn't relax until you entered your apartment, putting the bags down on the counter and going to wash your hands.

♱

miles jumped over the rooftops making his way back home. he'd just finished up prowler duties and he needed to go clean all this blood off him. something on the ground caught his attention, it was you. what the hell were you doing out so late by yourself, are you insane? he was in a hurry to get home but something compelled him to stay there and watch you.

he followed you on the rooftops, making sure you got home safe. he noticed you looking paranoid and scurrying into your building. he waited for a minute before jumping back to his building, going down the fire escape. he couldn't stop thinking about you that night, even when he was squeezing blood out of his clothes into the bathtub he was still thinking about you.

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[eretzyisrael]

by Melanie Phillips

Abu Safiya has been near-universally presented as a saintly doctor trying vainly to protect his patients against Israeli aggression. Earlier this month, the New York Times published an affecting account of his cry for help as the last doctor in the hospital.

However, it would appear that abu Safiya is perhaps less saintly than the New York Times would have us believe. On October 9 2023, two days after the Hamas pogrom, abu Safiya reportedly described it on his personal social media account as an act of God.

Photographs have shown him meeting top Hamas officials. He has also posted this:

O Allah, protect our people in the West Bank in general and in Jenin in particular, and protect the beloved people of Palestine and al Aqsa Mosque from the oppression and aggression of the Jews.

and this:

O Allah, we place You before them, and we seek refuge in You from their evil. O Allah, turn their plots against them and make their destruction in their schemes. O Allah, protect the Jenin refugee camp from the plots of the criminals.

One might think that such a man would obviously have questions to answer if 240 of his staff, including doctors and other health workers, were discovered to be terrorists. Instead, the media did what they invariably do — imply that the IDF can’t be believed while they report Hamas claims without question.

Except, of course, where Hamas actually tell the truth. Which the media don’t report at all.

One year ago, the former director of the Kamal Adwan hospital, Ahmad Kahlot, who had been a senior member of Hamas since 2010, revealed in a Shin Bet interrogation that his hospital had been turned into a military facility under Hamas’s control and that at one point it had even housed a kidnapped Israeli soldier.

Times of Israel reported in December 2023:

In footage published on Tuesday by the Shin Bet and Israel Defense Forces, hospital director Ahmed Kahlot could be seen telling an Israeli interrogator that Hamas had offices inside the hospital and used it as a base for operational activity. According to Kahlot, who said he has been a lieutenant colonel in Hamas since 2010, some 16 members of the hospital’s staff — including doctors, nurses and paramedics — were Hamas operatives serving in the al-Qassam Brigades, the military wing of the terror organisation. He added that several members of the Palestinian Islamic Jihad’s Al-Quds Brigades were also employed in the hospital. During this interrogation, Kahlot described how Hamas uses hospitals for military purposes, including hiding its operatives, carrying out military activity, moving around Hamas members. He told his interrogators: They hide in hospitals because for them a hospital is a safe place. They won't be targeted when they are inside a hospital. I know 16 employees in the hospital — doctor, nurse, paramedic, or clerks… who also have different positions in al-Qassam. There are offices where the Hamas leader and two of the senior officials were. There’s a place where the soldier was in (the kidnapped soldier). There’s a place for the interrogators, internal security, and special security. All of them have private telephone lines inside the hospital. They [Hamas] have a private ambulance, even it colour and the way it’s painted are different, and it doesn’t have a licence plate. They used it to transport the soldier [kidnapped] and transport bodies… It didn’t assist us with transporting the injured. I begged [him] to take someone to the Indonesian Hospital, take to Shifa [hospital], but he would refused. His mission is more important. The leaders of Hamas are cowards. They left us in the field while they hide in secret places… They have destroyed us.

A few days ago, the Palestinian Authority, no less, stated that Hamas turns hospitals into military interrogation facilities. Palestinian Media Watch has reported that the PA posted up a summons issued by Hamas instructing a Gazan to report to Nasser Hospital to be interrogated there by Hamas's military intelligence. The post was made by the former official spokesman of the PA Security Forces, Adnan al Damiri. Moreover, al Damiri criticised Hamas for continuing to use hospitals for “summonses, interrogations, and extortions”.

[amaritious]

Gn! Readers reaction to Matpat's death + resurrection (beware)

He IS the skrunkly. I want him, I need him.

Happiness, death, sadness and then happiness again.

Mat is a malewife.

Relationship isn't necessarily described but Matpat and Reader are close, implied romantic if you squint.

To the deliver best service, I did headcanons and some small oneshots (even though I'm better at headcanons)

However, my service is extremely late. Sorry @tzurue.

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His Death HEADCANONS

Coming into whatever this twisted game Joey had pushed you in, you expected Matpat to come in top.

Matpat was strong, intelligent and a people pleaser (in a good way).

But it wasn't enough.

What went wrong? You asked yourself over and over again. The question never leaving your already scattered brain.

He wasn't strong enough.

The rest knew they fucked up, they didn't know. They realised what they had done when your cheerful personality had completely shattered, leaving only fragments of it behind. They were like little children, experimenting with danger like a toy, unknown to what came ahead. It was too much.

Witnessing his death, it changed something in you.

The desperate cries for help, the pained yet panicked look in his eyes, the "I want to go home" body language and the sorrowful cries of your name...

He was being dragged away before your very eyes and you wanted to reach out, help him or grab him and mourn.

But there was nothing you could do.

And you were useless yet again.

His Resurrection ONESHOT

You sat there, devoid of thoughts yet it seemed as if millions muffled voices marched into your mind. You didn't register your friends' worried comments, you couldn't anyways. You didn't know if you could even call them your friends. They killed him, they knew he would die. You carried on mumbling, looking, glancing, searching - just any sign he was there, you would accept anything. Ro gave you his badge, knowing that you felt even worse than her but it just heightened your concerns. What would you do?

Then next thing you knew, you were getting chased by crazy doll twins, torturing dolls, connecting dolls, you see the pattern here.

You couldn't care anymore. Maybe. You don't know. And that was until Joey found the much needed Lazarus coin. You gaped at it studying every crevice carefully. This was Mat's dying wish.

Was it worth it? Yes. The man had dedicated precious time to finding this seemingly precious coin, awaiting its use.

Now flash forward to when Joey and Safiya get to choose who can live even an hour longer. You don't really care how selfish it may be but surely there's one right answer. And if they don't bring that person back you might as well pull a Colleen, call Joey shady and get them to kill you. That would be best.

You're not sure what facial expressions you're pulling because you see everyone look strangely confused at you. But it doesn't really matter because no matter how much you don't want to, you're pacing around the lounge while they attempt to solve some puzzle.

This is why we need Mat, you think with your head in a hand.

You've already been tricked by some boring suitcase so when your 'friends' begin to yell in the direction of the doorway, you only just lazily looked up.

And there was that son of a bitch.

Mathew Patrick.

"Mat? Holy I- Oh. My. God."

You run the few steps and trap him into a bone crushing hug. He wearingly hugs you back, obviously dishevelled.

"I can't believe you died on me," you begin, acting like you weren't just having a silent panic attack over it "here, take a seat. you deserve it."

You turn to Joey and Safiya, "Joey, everything I thought about you is very wrong. Safiya, you're beautiful and you're amazing I love you guys."

Not bothering with their reactions, you plop down next to Mat and gently rub his arm.

"I missed you," you state, looking into his eyes.

Despite his distressed state, he replies with "Right back at ya."

You proceed to hug the life out of him (pun intended).

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so in the text messages it’s shown that max and safi attended vinh’s halloween party before the events of the game and my mind has been spinning about how that went lol. i know both max and safi ended up getting wasted by the end of it but i was wondering if you had any headcanons about that particular night? specifically with how max and vinh interacted with each other considering how they would most likely still be in the early stages of getting to know each other.

i also wonder what their actual costumes were?? especially considering how safi seemed to really want to show vinh up in that department lmao.

aha. well! it’s very funny you mention the party, because i am drafting up a fic that takes place after and during it for a safi/max piece … so i’m afraid i’ll have to be pretty tight lipped about some aspects.

though the costumes i tentatively picked out for this fic and vinh’s halloween party is from a real world show called yellowjackets : a two season show about girls being stranded in the wilderness and losing their minds … to be as vague as possible. i personally love the show, so this is minor indulgence on my end! but there is some significance to my pick even if some fans won’t understand the reference. safi attends as ‘the antler queen’ and max’s outfit is more basic, given the fact the texts imply she was sort of spacing her own costume … she’s just a yellowjacket, a teenager, so they both look something like this ( with modifications of course, they made these outfits from scratch ) :

i’ve always found the antler queen’s design to be rather mesmerizing in terms of how haunting it is, so i think safi’s arts-and-crafts project for it would definitely show up vinh at the party. it’s not just the costume either -- it’s the energy she’ll carry while wearing it. and if there’s one thing safi is so good at, it’s silently commanding attention without much effort and maintaining an aura of mystery. point is : she’ll kill it. max’s is more low effort ( it’s just the jacket you see in the second picture, and her project doesn’t even look nearly as good, i’m afraid ) but being attached at safi’s hip helps! i could go on and on about why i’ve picked these outfits for them, though i’ll shut my trap for now because the fic touches upon it lightly … but if you’ve seen the show, you probably have an inkling as to why they’re wearing what they are, and why this show would be so up safi’s alley. vinh lang stands no chance!

but as for how vinh and max interacted during that night, i sadly doubt they brushed shoulders much solo. safi and max showed up together in matching costumes and i’m sure they hardly left each other’s side the whole time, what with max being such a loner initially ( she didn’t even hang out with moses one-on-one back then ) and safi being obsessed in turn … they likely existed in their own bubble and anyone who talked to one basically talked to them both. vinh would likely be jealous of this, given his admission of such feelings to max in spin when he confessed that safi would talk about max ‘all the time’, so this is a similar situation : where vinh wants safi’s attention and time desperately, but she is eagerly orbiting around the new blood instead. very complicated! this is also a vinh who is posturing still in many ways and is stupidly jealous, meaning that there wouldn’t be much going on between him and max besides some catty pettiness on vinh’s part, and total obliviousness on max’s. he likely would avoid her if possible back then, despite his own conflicting feelings about everything surrounding her -- since i do firmly believe vinh was always attracted to max in ways he couldn’t quite explain, outside of a vague ‘we could hook up’ feeling. which makes being jealous of her more complicated than it should be. for all his sleuthing and bitter stewing, i don’t think he could ever properly hate her, so instead it’s an odd game of sore looks and snide remarks. they knew of each other ( vinh knew more about max than she knew of him, given safi’s rambling ), perhaps talked in passing, and max clearly saw vinh enough in her day-to-day to have his photo on her photo wall … but their beginnings were still curt and bittersweet. it’s important to remember that!

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magda meets her future babydaddy lounging on the floor of a prison inside a warded circle trying to take a nap and she's so extremely in pain and extremely on a short fuse they spend 10 whole minutes bitching at each other about absolutely nothing relevant to the problem at hand.

safiya nudging her in the back like hey girl can you keep it together for five minutes. we've got like. a metric fuckton of spirits to be worried about.

gann assigned slut at introduction

[lazarus-harp]

very curious to see a fic that has a take on the manny/safiya on-screen romance … (this is your partner btw). if not then i would adore some fic scenarios of jmn — OH!!!! or a destorm fic i would KILL for a destorm fic. what i also was brainstorming when i first came into the sphere of sending this ask was to ask for something matny or jatny related … our local queer men, etc. also if you write something i’ll write something. incentive :)

hi my partner who decided to go on anon for some reason <3 still appreciate the insight though! so!

manny/safiya's potential on-screen romance really makes me laugh, since it's such an obscure piece of fandom lore you'd only know if you religiously watched every bit of etn content you could get your hands on! the fact manny had joked to safiya about a scene where everyone walks in on them kissing is hilarious, and most importantly proves the whole ‘there's a separation between their irl lives and their personas on the show' thing. i don't know if i could properly explore a romance between the two of them per se! but i could try my hand at it, or at least play around with their dynamic which is oddly underrated despite the narrative significance : aka safiya dying in manny's place. as well as his anger and apathy towards that switch-a-roo, something many people seem to ignore in favor of hating on nikita lol. could definitely be something an afterlife fic would benefit from, or even them replacing the ro/colleen duo in s4 could be interesting ... hm! i did have an old safiya fic in my head before, so maybe i could include more of this dynamic in that instead of grasping for something new. we'll see!

destorm should've had a fic from me long ago honestly. considering he's one of my favorites! just goes to show how much you can adore a character and still not write them haha. i'd love to deliver on this though and try my hand at it. also jatny!! s3's final four are everything to me, frankly, and once upon a time i had multiple ideas for these three in the works! ot3's are complex and hard to pull off, so i enjoy the challenge, plus if there's anyone who needs the support of two very strong men it'd be joey -- our resident damsel in distress who can't stay out of trouble for the life of him. ah this is a lot to ponder on but i appreciate the suggestions and the enticing incentive. might have to commit to this after all!

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(RNN) On October 17, 2023, the zionist entity targeted Al Ahli Hospital in Gaza, killing hundreds and damaging the hospital. At the time, following global outrage, the occupation sought to blame the attack on the resistance, and when that didn't work, they claimed it was a "misfire". After seeing the muted global response to its attack on a hospital, the zlonist occupation has since then embarked on an intentional annihilation and mass-murdering campaign, specifically targeting Gaza's healthcare infrastructure.

We are urging communities in the NJ/NY area to answer the calls of the steadfast healthcare workers in Gaza, like Dr. Husam Abu Safiya, chief of Kamal Adwan Hospital, who was abducted by occupational forces on Saturday, December 28th of 2024.

[ababanerb]

Soldier On [5]

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Safiya has been a lot of things in her life, has spent a lot of time scared shitless, and even more time high on adrenaline. Her heart had felt like it was going to beat straight out of her chest when she’d been drafted and shipped overseas to the Gottoro Empire. But sitting at the Freeman’s dinner table is scarier than she thinks it should be. 

Especially not when Kent’s wife and youngest son begin digging into all the finer details of being a mage.

“How long was it you served for?” Jodi asks, and Safiya wonders how rude it would be if she chose to leave and escape the wide-eyed gazes of Kent’s eldest son and his dark haired friend.

“Nine years,” Safiya supplies anyway, because Yoba damnit, Jodi can cook.

Next to her the dark haired guy sputters, Kent’s eldest son patting him on the back as he leans around his friend to peer at Safiya with wide eyes, “And you’re how old?”

“Twenty-three, twenty-four this fall,” She answers, slicing off another bite of the fish on her plate as the table goes quiet with a soft gasp from Jodi. Kent continuing to mow down on his food. 

Safiya chooses to ignore the slack-jawed faces around the table, instead eyeing the elaborate candlesticks in the center of the table, watching the way the little flames flicker on the candles. 

“I thought you’d be older,” Vincent remarks around a mouthful of mashed potatoes from next to Kent, “But you’re only kinda old. Huh,” He shrugs, ignoring the way Jodi and Sam hiss at him and smile apologetically in her direction.

“Only kinda,” She agrees.

“Did you ever get the chance to see your mom again before she died?” Jodi asks, a little suddenly, and now it’s Kent’s turn to hiss across the table, “I just mean, Kent got leave every six months up until the last few years of the war. Was that… an option for you?”

Safiya knows the answer to this question,  nine years of never ending combat is evidence enough. But she hesitates, because they’re all looking at her like she’ll give them some kind of comfort. Like they’re all silently praying that the government had shown her some kind of kindness.

Kent knows the answer too, she realizes, when he answers for her, “Mages don’t get leave.”

“We get leave when we’re dead,” Safiya jokes on a knee-jerk reaction. It’s what she’d been told her first real night in the barracks, and a joke that had been tossed between mages the few times they were allowed to get together. “Or when the other guys are dead.” She chuckles thinly, Kent laughing with her.

To his credit, the dark haired guy next to her also chuckles, a thin smile on his face when she glances at him.

Fuck, that was kinda funny, His voice rings through her mental shields, and Safiya blinks, staring at him for another second, before turning her attention back towards her plate. She’d forgotten all about the occasional errant thought that people could broadcast without even meaning to. 

Nobody in any of her squadrons had had much to broadcast. It hadn’t been an issue for years. 

But he’s just reminded her.

“Morbid,” He tells her through a quiet chuckle, Sam leaning around him to beam a wide smile at her.

“Got any more jokes?” The blonde asks her, even as Jodi scolds him for it.

“No.”

“Oh.”

Jodi clears her throat, and Safiya meets the woman’s gaze trying to look at least a little apologetic. Her oldest son and his friend offering quiet sorrys.

“That’s too bad,” Jodi tells her, reaching across the table to try and touch her hands, Safiya jerking her hands away and folding them in her lap, “I remember when Naomi moved back in with her father after she got sick. They both loved you so much, they used to tell us all kinds of stories about you. Isn’t that right, Sam?”

Sam nods, quickly swallowing down a bite of his food as Safiya’s appetite all but leaves her. 

“Oh,” Safiya manages to choke out, “I’d had no idea.”

“Jodi,” Kent mutters lowly, ducking his head to speak into his wife’s ear. Probably to tell her the one rule most soldiers have beaten into them during the war. Don’t think about what you’re missing out on back at home. 

“Oh, er, sorry, Safiya,” Jodi stutters out, getting to her feet and turning so fast the candlestick falls over, “Let me just get us some dessert! I made a pink cake!”

Not that Safiya has the capacity to care when the woman’s just knocked a lit candle over into a pile of napkins that’s rapidly catching fire.

“Shit,” Sebastian curses, leaping away from the table, Sam and Kent ushering Vincent away as Safiya launches to her feet, knocking her chair to the floor. Jodi shrieks, dropping the cake onto the counter before she snatches Vincent by the shoulders.

“Just- I got it,” Safiya says, as Sam dives for the cabinet beneath the sink in search of the little emergency fire extinguisher. She stretches a hand over the small fire on the table, and the flames go leaping into her hand, disappearing entirely, and leaving her feeling uncomfortably warm.

“Oh my, Yoba,” Jodi gasps out, a hand to her chest, the other wrapped tightly around Vincent, “I’m so sorry- I hadn’t even-”

Safiya nods along, “It’s— It’s fine,” She says, and her skin is crawling with heat, “Thank you, so much, for the meal,” Safiya continues, briefly bowing her head before heading towards the door, grabbing her coat from the rack by the front door and ducking out. She darts away from the house and towards the river, crouching on the riverbank and shoving a hand into the still cold water.

With the other hand, she fishes a cigarette from her coat pocket, holds it between her lips, and lights it up with the smallest flame she can produce on her fingertip. Then, she lets lose a small torrent of flames in the river, steam billowing up into her face until her body has cooled again and it doesn’t feel like her blood is fucking lava.

“That’s a neat trick,” A voice remarks from behind her, her whole body going tense as she fights the urge to turn and attack. 

She only hums, rocking back to sit on the river bank, her legs curled up to her chest and her toes in the muddy bank. Wait- shit, her shoes.

“You forgot these,” Another voice chimes, Kent’s oldest son, and he crouches next to her on the river bank to pass her shoes back to her, “I’m Sam, by the way,” He supplies as she takes her shoes back.

“Thanks,” Safiya mutters, smoke billowing from her nose, “I’m Safiya.”

“We know that,” Sam’s dark haired friend reminds, taking up the spot on her other side as he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his own coat pocket.

“Mm,” She hums, if only a little sardonically, fighting the urge to roll her eyes as she takes another long drag of her cigarette, “Right.”

Sam, to his credit, rolls his eyes and chuckles for her, “The ray of sunshine there is Sebastian,” He tells her, Sebastian flipping him off as he searches his pockets for his lighter.

“Here,” Safiya says, holding one flaming finger up towards Sebastian, “Might as well put the party trick to use, huh?”

If he hesitates, she doesn’t see, can only feel the press of the cigarette to her finger for a moment before he withdraws. She lets her hand fall back down into her lap, taking another drag of her cigarette just as a plume of smoke goes into the air next to her.

“So, out of all the places you could live,” Sebastian begins, smoke furling from his lips when she turns just enough to look at him, “You chose Pelican Town?”

“C’mon, man,” Sam whines, reaching for Safiya’s shoulder before pausing and letting it fall back to his side, “It’s not all that bad.”

“It is,” Sebastian argues, cigarette dangling from his lips as he glares at his friend, “This is a dead end town and you know it. There’s nothing here.”

Safiya stares at him for a moment, Sam apologizing softly behind her, telling her it’s really not that bad. But their minds are wide open, their thoughts bouncing and sliding off her mental shields.

And no matter how good a person is at lying, it doesn’t matter if their thoughts can bounce around in her head without them even meaning to. 

“I didn’t exactly have a choice,” She tells Sebastian, fixing her gaze on him just to see if he’ll squirm. He does, “And you’re right, there is nothing here.”

Except the farm and the memories of the only people who have ever loved you. Those are here. Her brain supplies, not even remotely helpfully. There was another, She reminds herself, watching on as Sam and Sebastian begin slinging insults at each other. Sam in animated hand motions and wild, broad sweeps of his arms, which Sebastian meets with a slow drawl and showy plumes of smoke. 

“Don’t listen to Seb,” Sam laughs, as he once again makes a half-baked movement to touch her that he quickly bails on with a briefly faltering smile, “He likes to pretend we have no fun here in the Valley.”

“We don’t,” Sebastian drawls lazily.

“Then why haven’t you moved, huh?” Sam counters, smiling like he’s won.

“Because he’s scared,” Safiya answers for Sebastian, “Scared he’ll fail and have to come back. Scared to leave everything he knows, too, “ The words just spill out of her, his thoughts still loud and clear against her mental shields.

“What the fuck?” Sebastian demands, as Sam gapes at her and begins to laugh hysterically — Oh my fucking Yoba, I knew it! Abi owes me so much money for this! — which is met with a sharp glare and a hissed, “You fucking bet on me?!”

Sam only howls with laughter, pulling his phone from his pocket to shoot off several texts in a row. “Sorry,” Safiya says, not sounding even a little apologetic, “But you should learn to keep your thoughts to yourself.”

“What the fuck do you mean, keep my thought to myself?” Sebastian demands, mocking her as he parrots her words back to her, “They’re my thoughts.”

“Very noisy thinker, you are,” Safiya remarks absently, as she reduces the butt of her cigarette to ash, letting the wind carry the tiny remnants away, “It’s a mage thing,” She elaborates when he opens his mouth again, “People tend to broadcast their thoughts, it’s particularly bad in people with anxiety. They never seem to shut up. And you–” She leers, index finger pointing to his head “Have an internal voice so damned loud you might as well have been standing outside my window with a boombox over your head in the middle of night.”

Sam snorts as Sebastian’s face goes beet red, and even though his face twists with anger, Safiya can hear his thoughts loud and clear.

What the fuck what the fuck whattheactualfuck, His mind says, She can’t be fucking serious. What else did she hear? Did she even fucking hear anything if it’s a mental thing? Oh no. Fuck, Sebastian, don’t think about anything else. Especially not the porn you’ve got queued up to watch tonight. 

When the rapid onslaught of brief thumbnails and two second clips porn starts is when she slams her shields closed so hard even Sebastian seems to flinch. Wincing and furrowing her brows when she tosses a stern, shut the fuck up, into his mind.

“I’m going home,” Sebastian announces, throwing his cigarette butt down into the mud and stomping it out, before flushing an even deeper shade of red when he picks it up to put into a little pocket ashtray he pulls from his jacket.

Oh, shit, Safiya thinks, Sam still laughing as he tries to dissuade Sebastian from leaving, I think I just fucked up.

“Oh, man,” Sam laughs, but he still frowns a little at the sight of his friends black clad back halfway across the town square, “Fuck– I haven’t seen Seb that embarassed since high school. Thanks for the laugh, Saf.”

Saf, I think I'm in love with you. Says the voice she can’t quite remember the sound of, but remembers the softness of the hands and lips attached to it.

There’s my Saf! Her grandfather had cheered, laughing even as she tossed himself into his arms whenever she and her mom came for a visit.

You’ll come home, Saf. I know you will. Because you’re my brave, beautiful girl. You’re my daughter, and you and I are nothing if not relentless, Her mother had told her, promised her, the day she’d been drafted. There was still birthday cake in the fridge, her candles blown out only a few days prior to the soldiers who’d come and knocked on their apartment door to take her away.

“Don’t call me that,” She snaps at Sam, guilt coiling in her belly as she stands up, her jeans coated in mud and shoes in hand, “And tell your friend that I really am sorry. I hadn’t meant to embarrass him.”

“Right,” Sam nods, shooting to his feet. Safiya curses him to hell and back for the way she has to crane her neck to look him in the eye, for the way he looms, not because he means to, but because he’s just that tall, “No problem, Safiya. And, look, Seb’s just a private dude in general,” He remarks, a hand on the back of his neck, “But he’ll get over it in like, a week, when he has his next hook-up out in Zuzu.”

She hums, looking away from him and towards Cindersap, where she can see the very top of Magnus’ tower over the treetops, “Right. Well, either way, I am sorry.”

“You don’t sound all that sorry.”

“I’m not sorry that he was basically shouting into mind. I am sorry for embarrassing him. Sort of.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Sam sucks in a breath then, and it’s really a wonder he’d only broadcasted a few thoughts into her mind during the night, because he seems anxious. Or, at least his energy seems anxious. “Look, pretty much everyone in town goes down to the saloon Friday evenings. If you really wanna apologize to Seb, you can find him there.”

Safiya nods, huffing through her nose and shuffling her feet in the mud, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

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book/ photo book recs?

this is one ask i acc enjoy answering!!

top 3 books rn

- childhood, youth, dependency by Tove Ditlevsen

- solito by Javier Zamora

- how to say babylon by Safiya Sinclair

top 3 photo books

- it's all good by Boogie

- don't call me urban by Simon Wheatley

- la calle by Alex Webb