#Alejandro Ros

[magicspellsworld]

¿ Y si el humo está en foco?

Gustavo Cerati, Bocanada 💙

Alejandro Ros y Gaby Herbstein

[imrowanartist]

Alejandro always knows how to make his husband laugh <3

[shadowsofthegun-if]

I AM ASKING FOR THAT FUN FACTS

hehe okay these are literally in no order

Asters nose is slightly crooked from when Blessing broke it

Blessing does gamble a good bit but they are very sure they dont have a problem they might have a slight problem

Blessing looks a lot like their mother

Harrison has a bit of a drinking problem but hes been very good at hiding it

Jesse and Adrian used to say they were going out hunting for camp but really they were just going to relax at whatever lake was closest

Jesse loves swimming

Blessing doesnt hate swimming but they prefer to avoid lakes whenever they can

Ro has a dream of living on the beach and being able to see the ocean everyday

Blessing and Ro used to sneak off to a meadow and make plans to take a trip down to the coast

Blessing is the one who teaches Ro to swim

Ro is the one who teaches Blessing to properly play the guitar

Ro has a very nice singing voice like their Father

Ro really likes Blessings voice especially their singing voice

Ro does pressure Blessing into singing whenever they can

Anytime Blessing sings its always one of the songs theyve heard from Jesse

Blessing teaches Ros brother Alejandro how to gamble

Ros family is the mirror opposite to Blessings even made sure they had the same amount of siblings

Im a big fan of symbolism so each character has an animal, flower, color, and bird assigned to them in my notes

they also have a season of the year but those are more broad

everyones birthday was a bit more broad in choice but i still picked days that felt right

Almost every characters name was very specially chosen

They also all have middle names

Jesse and Adrians relationship is very much inspired by Lucy Grey Baird and Coriolanus Snow in The Ballad of Song Birds and Snakes

This wasnt even on purpose but Ro and Blessings relationship is a lot like Ellie and Dina from The Last of Us Part II

Asters color is yellow<3

Blessing and Aster used to get into a lot of arguments when they were younger and they'd physically fight a lot

Harrison and Jesse don't know that Aster is part of Adrians gang

Adrian doesnt even know that Blesing exist and he doesnt meet them till theyre 19

Aster is a very good artist and they sketch a lot of plants and landscapes

I've always felt that Blessing is the type of person always up in a tree

Aster and Blessing used to sit in trees and share whatever meal they had after they practiced shooting

Aster and Blessing learnt to shoot together

Blessing is the better shot

Okay im going to stop there but im still very tempted to share the chapter titles. They're not very spoilerly or anything i just like them a lot

[pogidoow]

Hey, could you explain your editing process please? Love your edits!

Hello. Thank you and of course!

The process depends on the quality of the screenshot so I'll give an example on Ale:

#1 First, I fix the contrast/colors in the image if necessary to give myself a better foundation to work with. Then, I cut and paste irises/pupils in a new layer and paint over the white part of the eye (called sclera, I believe?)

#2 Depending on the shape of the irises in the original, I either just position them to face the camera or if a part of the irises is missing like it was here (the upper part), I draw the rest of the irises first, and then position them properly.

#3 The last step is adding the details and this is the most tedious part. Since Ale was looking upwards in this photo, I had to lower his eyelids so it looks like he is actually looking at the camera at eye-level. I did that by cutting and pasting the lashes and then painting the eyelids. Then, I paint the details on scleras (every pixel matters in this process if you want to make it look realistic), then add noise where necessary to match the quality of the original shot etc. I also sometimes move eyebrows or mouth to change their expression a tiny bit (I moved the corners of his lips very slightly in this example) and that's it. :)

Here is the final result:

Hope it helped, the process really depends on a lot of different aspects.

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[lxvvie]

Y'all know that whole trend that was going around social media with women calling their significant other by their full name? Yeah, that one. Yet another conversation was had, this time it was about the reactions your favorite babygurls would have if you called them by their full government name because of reasons. Maybe.

Capt. John Price - He's, uh, startled but not enough to drop his cigar this time. Does take a puff of it, though, before addressing you like it's the calm before the storm. Isn't too fazed because he heard it enough from his own mom growing up and he figures he's suave and diplomatic enough to placate you.

Gaz - Pointedly ignores you while giving you side glances here and there which is a major indicator that he's gotten into some shit. Probably. More than likely. Yeah... it was Soap's fault.

Alex Keller - Actually did get into some shit. Does not answer the call of duty.

Soap - You hear 'ah, shit', heavy footsteps, probably a crash, and Soap's peeking his head out from the other room. Has a deer-in-headlights look about him. It was Gaz's fault, goddamnit. He's so adorable. It's enough to make you giggle.

Ghost - You get a grunt. And then it hits him. He stops doing whatever it is he's doing. Fuck, he knows that tone. Simon turns to look at you and he stares into your soul or something like that. What in the hell kind of made-up middle name is that? You spend the better part of a good minute staring each other down before you're all, "I love you ♥️," and Ghost groans and rolls his eyes and goes back to whatever it was he was doing. But not before he grunts out a "Love ya, too." in return.

Alejandro - This is one of the few things that'll actually faze the man. Will damn near break his neck turning to face you to see what's wrong and his eyes will be wide. Oh, the last time he heard his full name called like that was from his beloved grandmother and he'd gotten into some shit then, okay?

Rudy - Ducks his head. Doesn't show his face; he can't bear the sternness of your voice, your gaze. It wasn't him this time, he swears; it remains, though, the way you say his name, an echo in his mind: Ro-DOL-fo. Why'd you have the emphasize THAT part of his name, huh?

König - König.exe stops working. Actually does break something trying to get to you. His eyes are fucking saucers, okay? Oh shit, what did he do this time, Schatz? Are you getting him back after that one time he snuck up on you to surprise you and you dropped dinner? Did you find out about the time he accidentally messed up the laundry and the white clothes came out pink? WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO FIX THIS?! Oh, you... just needed him to grab something off the top shelf for you.

Horangi - Also did some shit. Is unapologetic about it. Hits you with a nonchalant, "Yeah?"

Graves - STAYS IN SOME SHIT, OKAY? Saunters in like the smug bastard he is. Smirks and winks at you. "Haven't heard that name in a while, darlin'. What's your fancy?"

Valeria - Pulls a Uno Reverse and calls you by your full government name. Wait―

[ohmotherwhereartthou-if]

This may be a bit broad but for the RO who have loving parents, what would they think of MC when

They first meet them

Vs

They start dating their kid

Vs

They marry them

The way I had to sit and and actually think about who of the RO's actually have a healthy family dynamic lmao! I mean, it's technically just Valeria and Cassandra but because I don't want to give just the Castellions some love; I'll include Aurelio even though his dad passes just before the story technically starts.

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They first meet them:

Cassandra: Alejandro dislikes MC upon first meeting because Cass is his world and nobody in his eyes will ever be good enough for his little girl. Would act extra scary on purpose and while Cass knows he is just putting on a show, MC 100% doesn't see it that way.

Insert meme of: 'Get your dog!' 'He don't bite.' 'YES HE DOES!'

Valeria: Her parents are weary of outsiders like everyone else in the town, they have no issues being polite at first meeting but they warn Valeria not to be too trusting of strangers and exercise caution. Would ask her brothers to keep an eye on MC while they are around Valeria, they love their daughter dearly and think her too naive to be left alone with a stranger.

Aurelio: His father would be sickly at this point and likely bedridden but if Aurelio trusts MC enough to introduce them he would trust his son's opinion and welcome MC with open arms. Making jokes and inviting them to stay for dinner so he could get to know them better.

They start dating their kid:

Cassandra: If MC did not make a good enough impression on him yet, then he openly disapproves. Would see MC as unworthy and would try, in private, to talk is daughter out of it. At the end of the day he would respect her decision, but would be passive aggressive with MC until they win him over.

If MC got on his good side he would begrudgingly agree, MC still has to put in some work to win him over completely but Alejandro would actually try to get closer to MC and invite them on hangouts so he can try to get to know them better and see if they are really a good fit for his daughter.

Valeria: If MC passes the vibe check from her brothers and actually comes over to meet them, then they would be open minded. They would prefer Val be with someone in the village but would not be so close minded to absolutely reject someone who might be open to moving into the village one day. Might have some beef if MC talks about taking Val somewhere far away one day.

Aurelio: His father, who's name is also Aurelio, don't know if I've mentioned that before. Current Aurelio is the Jr, his father is Aurelio senior. But to be entirely honest... Aurelio Sr. knows his son and he would smile and congratulate the two but would honestly not take it seriously because he figures it wouldn't last. His son is the perfect copy of himself, he himself never fell in love again after his childhood love and mother of his son passed many years ago. He would spend majority of his son's development years surrounded by many different 'girlfriends' and being married to his work. He expects his son would be the same, if anything he pities MC for taking the relationship seriously.

They marry them:

Cassandra: If he likes MC he's pretty happy, if MC is a guy then he would see him as the son he never had and would ask him often to go and have father son nights with him. He would low key try to steal a good chunk of MC's time and would tell Cass to share him lol. If MC is a woman then he is happy to have another daughter (He would never call it a marriage though sadly, Alejandro is devout and would see the relationship more as a domestic partnership). In Castellio Gay marriages are not a thing, people can file for domestic partnerships and would publicly be seen as "best friends" even though most people know what it really means. He would never be rude to MC or his daughter about it though, he is happy that you both are happy and would just tell himself it's a very close friendship (read: is in denial and is okay with that). He would refer to MC as his other or adopted daughter when people ask who is MC to Cassandra, and would shut down any hate being thrown towards his daughters. He would also invite MC out with him and Cass to go out on fun trips and activities together.

If he hates MC? Rolls his eyes so much they might fall out of his head, highly disapproves of the union but will accept whatever makes his daughter happy. Expect many sarcastic comments 24/7.

Valeria: Very happy that their little girl is getting married and hopes that MC is forever blind to just how crazy this family is, tries to rush the marriage so MC can't change their mind lol. They would welcome MC as one of their own and would expect them to move into their house or build their own in the village. The only huge beef they would have is again, if MC suggests taking Val away to Sanctuario or something. That would bring a huge issue and their would need to be peace talks.

Aurelio: He would not believe it at first, his son? MARRIED? What manner of witchcraft is at work here? He would be convinced his son is either under a spell or is being blackmailed, after confirming his son is being serious he would honestly still be in disbelief for a while. Once it all sinks in, he would cry tears of joy. He never thought his son could find someone who would accept all of him with all his flaws and still want to stick around. He is so happy his son has finally found his person and is so happy he got to be alive long enough to see it... even though in reality that sadly never got to be. 😭

[personwhowrites]

Hi! I wanna say I love your work! I had a request and I was wondering if that’s okay with you. It’s okay if you don’t want to do it.

How TF141 + Alejandro + König react when Y/n die who was shot by enemy aiming at her heart. After the funeral, they found a flash drive when they look around in Y/n room missing her. The flash drive was a record video, they watch Y/n telling them a about great memories they’re having. Before the video is over, Y/n tell them they left a gift in their room before she die.

Floorboard

"Take down the target!" You transmit urgently over the radio. "Moving eastward."

"Lavender, hold up," Soap's voice crackles through the comms, stopping you in your tracks. "I see movement in that direction. Sniper!"

Scanning your surroundings, you spot König nearby. A gunshot echoes through the air and you hit the ground, König doing the same. Soap confirms the elimination of the sniper over the radio.

"Regroup at the safe house," Price commands over the comms. "Move out, soldiers!"

You and König exchange a look and get to your feet, ready to follow orders. Unbeknownst to Soap, another sniper lies in wait, their crosshairs trained on you. Before König can react, a bullet pierces your heart, sending you tumbling to the ground. König screams in shock and rushes to your side, cradling you in your final moments as the world fades to black.

".....My room...." You gasp, clutching König's hand. "My....ro...."

John “Captain” Price 

Price struggled to accept that you were gone. He, too, was haunted by your death in the following days, much like the others. Often, he would find himself in your room after a night of heavy drinking, but he refused to smoke his cigars in there. He remembered how much you detested the smell, and he couldn't bear to add to the hurt that he felt in your absence.

On the day of your funeral, Price couldn't bring himself to look at the coffin that held your body. It was then that the finality of your loss hit him. The memories of all the times you had spent together were now nothing more than a painful reminder of what he had lost. Price found himself wishing he could relive those moments with you over and over again, but deep down he knew that was impossible now that you were truly gone.

As Price and Gaz stood alongside Soap, they overheard König mumbling to himself about your final words: "My room." Confused as to why König had never shared this information before, they wondered whether anyone else had been told. After the funeral, the group of men went out to drink, with Price and Gaz prodding König to reveal what he knew about your last words. Eventually, König let slip that you had indeed said something about your room.

Price and Gaz left the bar immediately and made their way back to the base. With a sense of urgency, they began tearing apart your room, searching for whatever it was that you wanted to show them. As they worked, Soap, Alejandro, Ghost, and König stood by, watching the scene unfold. Eventually, Soap and Alejandro joined in the search, combing every inch of your room for any clues. The room became a frenzy of activity as the group scoured it for anything that might have been important to you.

Soap eventually found a flash drive, but as soon as he did, Price snatched it out of his hands and ran to his office, not stopping until he was at his computer. Without a second thought, he plugged the flash drive in, not caring what might open. When he saw a file titled "141 team," he clicked it and began playing the videos. As the videos played, Soap and Gaz appeared behind him, watching over his shoulder with great interest. The three of them were transfixed by the footage, each lost in their own thoughts as they watched.

As the video played, Price's eyes were drawn to the date: just two days before your death. In the video, you looked incredibly excited as you pointed to the floorboard under the bed. The video ended abruptly, but Price had seen enough. He got up and pushed past Soap and Gaz, enlisting Alejandro's help to move the bed. They lifted the floorboard and found gift boxes and a note that read, "To my wonderful team."

Price grabbed a box with his name on it and opened it, revealing a hat. He held it close to himself, feeling the weight of your loss more deeply than ever before. Tears streamed down his face as he whispered your name, rubbing the material of the hat in his hands. 

"Oh, y/n," he said, his voice breaking. "Y/n..."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

At first, Gaz was like Price, struggling to accept your death. He felt a deep sense of loss and guilt for not being there in your final moments. Gaz found himself drawn to your room, where he would sit in silence with Price, sharing the weight of their collective grief. Gaz didn't know how to confront the pain and confusion he felt, and found comfort in your presence even though you were gone. In those quiet moments, he tried to make sense of the void you left behind and find some sense of closure.

On the day of your funeral, Gaz stood by Price's side. He knew how much you meant to him, almost like a daughter. At first, Gaz couldn't bear to look at your open casket, the one your family had chosen for you. Eventually, he approached your lifeless body and tears welled up in his eyes. To him, you looked like you were just sleeping, but he knew you wouldn't wake up. Gaz made his way back to Price, who was with Soap and overheard König mumbling about your last words. Gaz looked at Price and Soap, making sure they had heard him too.

Gaz suggested going to the bar, but Alejandro declined and left without saying a word. König, Soap, Price, and Ghost went to the bar. Price was the first to ask about your last words, and Gaz and Soap followed suit when they noticed König was about to break. Finally, König revealed your last words about your room. Gaz and Price left the bar without paying for their drinks to immediately go to your room. As soon as they arrived, Gaz started moving tubes and searching for anything you might have hidden. When Soap and the others arrived at the door, Gaz gestured for their help, and he was relieved when they joined the search.

As soon as Soap found something, Gaz watched Price immediately snatch it and dash off to his office. Gaz saw Soap was also curious and without hesitation, they both followed Price. When they entered the room, Gaz saw that Price was watching videos of you and him. They clicked through the videos until they reached the last one. Gaz peered over Price's shoulder and saw the date. It was only two days before your death. Price abruptly stood up and rushed past Gaz and Soap, determined to go back to your room.

As Gaz watched the videos, he realized how much of your life you had recorded with them. Your voice echoed in the office as the videos played. Gaz couldn't take it anymore and ran to your room leaving Soap behind. The first thing he sees is  Alejandro and Price moving your bed away. He was shocked to see them revealing something under the floorboards.

As Price started crying, Gaz ran over to him and saw the gifts, picking up the one in his name. It was a new British hat, something he had been needing. He heard Price mumbling to himself and whispering your name. Soon, Gaz found himself crying too

“..Bloody hell..” Gaz mumbles taking his own hat off. “Bloody hell.. y/n..”

John “Soap” MacTavish 

Soap was just a few miles away from the location where you died, when he heard König call out that you had been hit. A wave of guilt hit him as he quickly shot the hidden sniper who had taken your life. The weight of your death was too much for him to bear, and he couldn't even bring himself to enter the hallway where your room was located. The pain was overwhelming, and Soap believed that it was his fault that you had died.

On the day of your funeral, Soap made an effort to meet every single family member he could. However, he couldn't help but feel crushed when he saw how different you were from your own family. The team knew you better than they did. As he saw your lifeless body in the casket, his heart ached. Soap closed the casket, not caring what others thought. He noticed Price standing alone and walked over, soon followed by Gaz. König was standing to the far right, muttering to himself about your last words and blaming himself for not seeing the sniper. Both Gaz and Soap exchanged a look, silently agreeing that they had heard König's words.

When Gaz suggested going to the bar, Soap reluctantly agreed, torn between wanting to mourn your death in private and wanting to be with his team. He looked around and was surprised to see Ghost already at the bar, but he didn't mention it to the others. As they drank, Price started questioning König about your final words, and Soap joined in, putting pressure on König to reveal what you had said. Eventually, König spoke up, causing Gaz and Price to leave without paying. Soap ended up paying for the drinks, while König and Ghost paid their share and hurried out of the bar. Alejandro was waiting outside the base, and Soap ran to your room, consumed by guilt and desperate to know what you had meant. He paused at the door when he saw Price and Gaz searching the room frantically, searching for something.

Soap nudges Alejandro for help as Gaz looks to them for assistance. Alejandro quickly gets to work while Soap hesitates for a moment before taking a deep breath and beginning to search through your desk. In the process, a flash drive falls out - everyone is aware that you weren't allowed to keep such a thing in your room. Soap brings it up, but before he can do anything, Price snatches it out of his hands and rushes off. Soap looks to König and Alejandro, both surprised by Price's behavior. Soap decides to follow Price and finds Gaz already there. Price proceeds to play the videos, but Gaz soon leaves the room. Ghost enters and watches the videos with Soap until he can't take it anymore and leaves Ghost alone. As Soap walks out of the room, he comes across Gaz and Price holding hats and crying.

Soap walks over to where Gaz and Price are holding hats and crying. He looks at the gifts and picks one up with his name on it. It's a handkerchief with the Scottish flag on the side. As he holds it up to his cheek, tears well up in his eyes. He realizes how much you will be missed by everyone, and he keeps himself silent as he listens to Gaz. The handkerchief feels like a tangible representation of your hand, and it makes him feel closer to you even though you are gone.

Simon “Ghost” Riley 

As soon as König announced that you had been hit, Ghost felt paralyzed. He couldn't move or breathe, and the news that you had passed away in König's arms was too much to bear. He fell to his knees and let out a sob, realizing that he had lost someone else in his life whom he had promised to protect. Ghost was unable to process your death in a healthy way and closed off his feelings to everyone, even pushing Price away and leaving him to drink alone. Ghost forced himself to work until he was close to passing out, trying to distract himself from thinking about your death.

On the day of your funeral, Ghost found himself unable to attend. Instead, he went to the bar and ordered your favorite drinks, savoring each one slowly as if trying to hold onto the memories of you. He pulled out a photo of the group and you, staring at it with a heavy heart. The day you died, a part of him died too, leaving him feeling empty and hopeless.

Unbeknownst to him, the others had also decided to go to the same bar. As Soap entered, his eyes met Ghost's, and he slowly made his way over to join the rest of the team.

As Ghost listened to the men's conversation, he sensed an uneasiness in the air. Price was pressing König for something that he couldn't quite comprehend. But when König mentioned your last words, Ghost's attention was immediately grabbed. Gaz and Price quickly left the bar, leaving only Soap, König, and Ghost behind. Ghost watched as Soap offered to pay for their drinks, but he refused to let him pay for his own. König did the same and paid for his own drinks.

As the group rushed to the base, Alejandro was already waiting for them as if he knew what was going on. Ghost observed as Gaz and Price hurried to your room, with Soap and Alejandro following closely behind. König hesitated for a moment before following suit. Ghost trailed behind the others, but froze at the door to your room. Seeing people frantically searching for something made him feel a strange sense of distress. Just as Ghost was about to speak up, Soap announced that they had found a flash drive, which Price quickly snatched away.

Ghost observed as Gaz and Soap trailed behind, while Alejandro shook his head in exasperation and König hung his head, unwilling to witness the chaos caused by the group of four. Ghost surveyed the room, which was in complete disarray. He walked towards the desk, picked up a journal, and slipped it into his jacket slowly. As Ghost moved towards the door, he noticed Price rushing towards the room. Feeling concerned, he followed Price into his office, with Gaz passing by him. Inside, Soap was watching videos silently before finally leaving the room. Ghost glanced at the computer screen and noticed the dates on the videos. The last video played, revealing you pointing under your bed, wearing his favorite jacket. His heart sank, and he removed the flash drive, tucking it into his pocket. With frustration, Ghost took off his balaclava, sat down on Price's chair, and let out a deep, angry sigh.

“Fucking hell..” Ghost mumbles under his breath. “Y/n.. I never got to tell you.. how I felt..”

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro's world plunged into darkness when everything occurred. The announcement of your death and the details surrounding it left him in utter despair. Coping with the situation was a challenge for Alejandro, particularly given the closeness he shared with you. Eventually, Alejandro composed himself enough to contact Rodolfo and recount the tragic events that had transpired. As he watched his formerly strong and compassionate acquaintances become numb, his own sense of isolation and grief intensified. The knowledge that he had no one to confide in about his feelings only compounded his pain.

On the day of your funeral, Alejandro remains in the background, intentionally avoiding anyone who tries to approach him. The last thing he desires is to have one of your family members interrogate him. Although he watches as Soap closes the casket, Alejandro experiences a sense of relief upon seeing it happen. He takes note of Ghost's absence and observes König standing in attendance, staring at his hands. Alejandro doesn't want to linger, as the sight of the blackness in the room causes his body to ache. He fears that one day, this same tragedy may befall him or someone he loves.

When Gaz suggests going to the bar, Alejandro declines and walks away. His feet carry him through the town, but his mind remains fixated on memories from the past, memories he wishes he could relive with you. He walks past each store, imagining how you would have loved to go inside and grab anything within your reach. Eventually, he makes his way to the base, gazing at it as he approaches. Memories flood back, recalling the first time he met you and how the team had initially thought he was crazy for not wanting to meet the entire team at once. He reminisces about how Soap would try to "translate" for you when he spoke Spanish, often saying the wrong things.

Alejandro soon hears the heavy footsteps of Gaz and Price as they run up to the base. He feels a sense of anger rising within him, although he can't quite understand why. He has a feeling that something is about to happen in your room. Alejandro follows Price, Gaz, and Soap to your room and observes as Gaz and Price search for something desperately. Soap elbows Alejandro to help, and he does his best, although he doesn't know what he's searching for.

After what feels like hours, Soap finally finds something. Price takes it away with Gaz following along after him. Soap waits for a few minutes before running after them. Meanwhile, Alejandro watches as Ghost takes a journal. His mind drifts off as König stares at the floor. Suddenly, Price rushes into the room once more, preparing to move the bed you once laid in. Alejandro quickly reacts and helps Price, slowly moving the bed as Price picks up a floorboard. 

The sight of the gifts labeled with each member's name causes Alejandro's heart to sink even further. He hears Price softly sobbing as he holds a hat, and soon Gaz joins in, with Soap staring silently at his own gift. Alejandro kneels down and picks up a lighter, which has self-drawn roses with the Mexican flag on it. He sits down and leans against the wall, soon joining Gaz and Price in their sobs. The weight of the moment is almost too much for Alejandro to bear, and he feels as if the world is collapsing around him. The pain of losing you is almost unbearable, and he wishes he could turn back time and relive those moments with you again.

“Amor.. ay mi amor..” Alejandro mumbles softly holding the lighter in his hand. “Mi amor…” 

König 

König cannot and will never be able to get rid of the image of your death. The memory of how he held your hands while you whispered your last words made his entire world shatter. The sight of your eyes slowly closing and a smile on your face, even after death, has left an indelible mark on König's mind. He wasn't the kind of person to be impacted by someone's death, yet yours has made him crumble into dust. He wishes that the dust would fly away and he could forget the pain of that moment.

König will always feel guilty for not holding you closer in his arms, for not doing more to protect you. He can only stare at his hands and remember the weight of your body in them, as he replays the events of that day over and over in his mind. The grief and regret that he feels are almost too much to bear, and he wishes that he could turn back time and change the course of events.

On the day of your funeral, König was overcome with grief. The sight of all the black attire worn by your family and friends only served to intensify his sadness. He felt like he was on the verge of leaving the place, unable to bear the weight of his emotions. However, something kept him rooted to the spot. He stood there, his body stiff and unresponsive, staring at his hands, which felt empty and useless.

He couldn't help but think of your last words to him, which replayed over and over in his mind. He muttered them to himself, unable to shake the memory of you whispering them to him as he held your hand.

When Gaz suggested they go to the bar, he agreed, hoping that a drink or two could ease the immense pain he was feeling. However, he was unaware of what was about to unfold. Once they arrived, he ordered himself a few drinks, slowly sipping on them. Price then asked König a question that caused his entire body to freeze. König remained silent, but Gaz and Soap started to pressure him too. Eventually, König broke down and revealed the information they were seeking. Watching Price and Gaz rush out made him feel uneasy. He wondered if they were going to cause some trouble. Soap offered to pay for everyone's drinks, but he paid for his own. König didn't want Soap to pay for his drinks, so he followed Ghost's example and paid for them himself. Upon returning to the base, König saw a hint of anger on Alejandro's face, something he wished he could understand.

Everything that happened afterwards was a blur for König. At first, most of the group was searching through your room, but then it suddenly stopped. König felt people rushing out of your room but he didn't notice anything. He stared at his hands again, not wanting to see the mess in your room. When he felt two more people walking away from the room, he looked up and saw Ghost stuffing something into his jacket before walking away. It was a couple of minutes later that Price returned, and König was still lost in his own thoughts, unaware of the movement of your bed. He took some time to look up again, only to find Soap, Gaz, Price, and Alejandro looking down at the floor, each holding something in their hands. König walked over to them and saw that they were all holding gifts that he had helped you secretly get. König knelt down and picked up his own gift - a small stuffed cat. He then looked at the rest of the gifts and saw that they were all in perfect condition, even after so many months.

“..Y/n.. Im sorry..” König mumbles holding the stuffed cat close to his heart. “I’m sorry..”

[alwaysshallow]

— coffee at midnight, part 4

John "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader

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Everyone had missions that they liked the most, and it happened for you to have a mission you absolutely loved - getting an intel without having to fight for it; at least, physically. It was all about manipulation, asking the right people, making connections that seemed difficult at first, but puzzle after puzzle, made perfect sense.

You could probably say that you liked it even more than hacking – tracking people with your skills. Right, it was fun with codes, breaking in to places that your eyes definitely shouldn't be, seeing TF141 absolutely bamboozled because 'they only saw it in TV'. Comments like these pumped you up, but actually interacting with people was your cup of tea.

Probably it was because your moms sent you on multiple social courses organized by military before you even joined it – or just because it was a personal preference of a thrill that came with it. For instance, being one by one with computer is a little different than actually engaging in conversation with human being. Someone... unpredictable. Someone who isn't coded to act in certain ways, but someone who's actually a challenge.

And, you liked challenges most of the time because of your competitive nature.

It was sometimes troublesome, especially after alcohol, when your sense of survival was low – you had that one situation in mind, where you started a bar fight. You fought with the biggest guy; Soap was pretty proud of you, unlike Price who, sort of, scolded you because you were 'unreasonable'. You took it all, but you saw that little smile in the corner of his lips that was more satisfying than anything else. You got an intel, even if it ended in breaking guy's nose.

A little accident in work, you could say that – he looked better after breaking it, though. More... badass, as you described it to Alejandro since he wasn't there. Hell, his laugh back then was everything.

So, all in all, you loved getting intel, even if it was hard, even if it needed a double effort, not by violence that happened out there in a field. There was already too much of it in your life, you had enough.

Sadly, nothing special was coming out of people from that village in Mexico, even with Alejandro speaking to them in Spanish. Scraps of information, people that seemed to "know" but with more questions, it was just repeating the same gossip all over again which lead pretty much to nothing.

Or, it was just a big imagination of a person that you were dealing with.

It irritated you to the point you wanted to call the boys and tell them it's probably nothing in there; that was until you saw a little girl sitting down the porch. Probably her home; it didn't matter in the bigger picture though, considering you immediately went to her with a smile on your face. Forced one, but that was a part of the job since it wasn't your place to scare her.

"Hey. I'm Ros" you knelt right in front of her, trying to appear as friendly as you could. "Can I sit here and talk a bit? You have pretty cool stuff over here, bracelets."

It was only your luck that girl knew how to speak in English and was willing to do it – starting with a small talk about bracelets that she's making. She seemed pretty passionate about it, especially when she got bolder in speaking, showing you all of her materials and such, asking if you want one.

Of course you wanted one. Her face light up when you said it and after some words that she blabbed in Spanish (you only understood some of it because of Alejandro), she started making one, especially for you.

Perfect moment to ask questions, so you started with it, a certain delicacy to your words since she was a child – you mentioned pick-up cars driving around town, "funny dressed up people" wandering, to put everything lightly. To give her a hint, to make her talk, without her realizing that she gives some information.

Kids were the best source and you knew it; this time was the same. She agreed with you on them funny-looking, but she also mentioned they were a bit "horripilante" with their behavior. They were lurking, asking questions, acting like they're protectors of the town, which made your blood boil, but you said nothing. You only smiled, nodded because trying to act unbothered was the key here.

Estella – that was her name you learned – also said something about them coming in the same hour. You had your assumptions, but you asked what she has in her mind just to be sure. When you learned that it's about being here daily, around late afternoon, you just took bracelet from her, thanking for the gift and you swiftly moved to Soap to tell him that.

It's something you were excited about; informations. Something that you could cling onto, something that was finally important, even if today you wouldn't catch any member of this group. The excitement and thrill faltered in the moment when you saw Soap blatantly flirting with some pretty, blonde chick with smile reaching her eyes, cockily twirling her hair around her finger.

Girl he was talking to was awfully pretty, feminine, in a long, summer dress. Hell, he was practically mesmerized by her, and you couldn't help but wonder if he even gained some information from her or just started immediately flirting.

You clenched your jaw, looking away from them – you hated that he was doing it on duty, when every minute is important, when every civilian asked is important, but only if they have any information. Or just a clue who could know something.

Though, was it the only thing why you hated him flirting with her? Smiling like crazy, tilting his head like a puppy, his hands in pockets, posture calmed, yet on alert. He was so goddamn charming without trying, so you weren't really surprised that he flirted. He knew his looks and how to use it.

It was something you observed daily, you knew Soap very well, right? So why being jealous now?

It was like adding two to two, but you refused to do the math, so you just rolled your eyes. You had better things than observing them while you had something really important. After this, telling him something you learned, you could ignore him.

If you wouldn't tell him anything, he would call you out on your behavior – and you certainly didn't want that.

Fucking MacTavish.

"Got some info. Follow me." you murmured, your hand going to the radio, to turn it on; with that, you started walking again, as you expected Soap to just follow you, you didn't have time to chit-chat. "Alejandro, do you copy?"

"Affirmative, Bird."

"Kiddo told me they are coming here every day around the same hour. Afternoon, actin' like fucking bosses of this town, dressed funny. Asking questions." you looked back at Johnny; he was indeed following you, but his look was... weird. Burning hole in you, like he wanted to say something. Thank God he was quiet. You didn't need that.

"Pendejos. You think they want something?"

"I think they look for someone. Or they're patrolling their land to have control here. Can be both."

"Move south, you and Soap. We'll meet here, we need people."

"Roger that. Out."

You put your radio back on place, moving just like Alejandro told you both to; he was the one commanding here since Price, Gaz and Ghost were somewhere else with your mom. Splitting into two teams was the safest and most efficient option here, considering the amount of shit you had to do in order to get anything useful.

Mission was like moving one step forward, but three steps back – you thought you had something and it ends up in being a true dead-end. Yet, you had time (even if not precised) when those motherfuckers like to come around. It was something, you just needed to actually capture at least one of them.

The one who matters, the one who actually knows some patterns or maybe someone who could bring you to their base. Fuck, that would be literally perfect, wouldn't it? Some progress and you needed that desperately.

"Lass not talkin' to me? Not very classy" Soap joked, nudging you, which brought you back to earth. You raised an eyebrow.

"Flirting with a chick when we have job to do? Not very classy either" you shrugged, trying not to say anything snarkier than that; he was already looking at you like he was... amused, to say the least.

"What? I wasn't flirting."

"Mhm." you just said, continuing the walk.

"Oh, come on, are you jealous or something? I wasn't trying to abandon you in a mission, just wanted to talk to her. She seems pretty, no?"

Oh, that was the main problem in all that, sure – you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes again; at this point, you were pretty sure it's gonna become a habit.

"Whatever you say. She seems your type."

"Seems? You think I like blondes?" his tone became mocking.

You didn't even had a chance to answer him -it's the few missed shots near your leg that alerted you and Johnny. Both of you hid near closest car, probably one of your soldiers brought it in – it didn't matter anyway, though.

What mattered?

Getting somewhereto estimate the situation, before moving again. Car wasn't really the safest option since someone could shoot easily the container and make a big explosion, but it was the closest. You had to think fast, both of you, before something unpleasant would happen, to say the least.

A swift movement brings your weapon from your back to your hands – you find yourself peeking out, eyes darting anxiously to find something. It could be the hour those fuckers came in, you realized quickly, but it could be also someone from the village. Alejandro said they're not very friendly to outsiders, no? Everyone around had gun and taking down a civilian wasn't the way, it would only make people nuts.

For fuck's sake.

"Keep your head low, Birdie." Soap murmured; his sniper riffle leaning a bit on your shoulder – probably just in case since you had his back, and he had yours. "Alejandro. Few shots near Bird, got some vision who these fuckers might be?"

"Affirmative, took three of them. You have to move now, at least four vehicles are coming your way."

"Bird here. If we're gonna wait, we might catch someone important and-"

"-just do what I've said, we do not know how many men they have, we have to observe first. We don't have back-up nearby." Vargas cut you off, his voice stern, leaving no pole for discussion. "We're not playing rocky here. Let's pray they haven't seen you both."

"Copy that, Ale. Out." you mumbled; Soap nodded at you, and in one moment, you both started moving again, keeping yourself on the high alert.

After a minute or two, you pretty much learned you wished it would be only four vehicles. From Alejandro's side, sure, they were three, but from others, you counted ten at least, coming every way possible. At this point, leaving would be risky – so thought Soap – so you two hid behind a house, near barrels with food, your weapon ready to use if necessary.

Praying to God, if he existed, to spare you both.

While Johnny was taking care of quietly calling Alejandro to update him on situation, to see if he could help any way, you were listening to strangers. Just like little girl said, they were looking for something, talking to local people if any 'dangers' appeared recently. If they could help in any way.

You almost scoffed at this. The shit they were saying... you hoped that no one believed that.

Someone also told them about you and Soap wandering around – "military" questioning people, as young man defined with piqued the curiosity in those motherfuckers. Questions became more specific – about looks, nationality, accent. They seemed to know what to ask for, meanwhile most of the his band, cartel or whatever was their organization, were looking around.

You took one man down when he came closer with your knife – cut clear and precise, before he even said something about the presence of you two. It could be said it was a good thing you did it because in his pockets were valuable things.

"Good girl." Johnny whispered, patting your shoulder when you showed him what you had; and that was on map with certain areas circled with red marker, probably their bases or points to search.

Either way, it was something valuable to check, as well as some instructions or another paper – all in Russian, you couldn't understand a thing. You packed it to your cargo pants, praying that translator back in base would be ready for decoding it.

A pair of throwing knives as well, simple glock. Not very fancy.

"Soap, Bird." Alejandro spoke again. "Status?"

"Alive and breathing." you murmured. "Found something nice. Map and some shit in Russian. More information, perhaps."

"Russian? Fuck, that's the last thing we needed, their engagement" he sighed. "Run rightnow, we're gonna distract them. It's good moment for that, I transported some men around."

"Rog." you took a look at Soap. "Let's go, Johnny. We stay close."

"Ay, ay, sergeant."

Quick and quiet – that's how it was supposed to go, without raising any suspicion, without making any mistake that really, could cost your life or worse; tortures. None of you knew what they are capable of, no one knew how exactly they're working since it was the first encounter between you.

Everything was an enigma, and you did not want to take chances, not when they could have big consequences on you two. If you were alone, you could run for it, try, but you were with Soap. It was changing everything.

Seemed like it's gonna be easy, though – woods were pretty close, nothing was in your way, Alejandro's men were near to transport you and protect just in case.

"Just in case" happened to be the case, considering that you only moved a few meters and someone spotted you and Soap. Not really good, not really helping in your situation, especially that he got his friends to help him in shooting.

Sneaky moves quickly transformed to running, despite rapid shots sent your way; somehow, dodged, thanks to team that was hidden in the woods, distracting the shooters.

Too many men mixed with civilians to try and fight them; it could end badly and in completely innocent victims. Bloodshed wasn't needed, but you managed to take a few snipers down, before one of them got you.

You didn't know from what side, but someone managed to sent you bullets inside your arm; cursing under your breath, you sped up, ignoring Johnny's pleas to maybe hide. Wasn't the time for this, especially when your right arm shook like crazy with weapon in it.

"Birdie got hit in her right arm. Where the fuck you are, Alejandro?!" Soap growled, while you swapped weapon to your left hand.

"Rodolfo will lead you, turn right!"

"We need to be here right now, not to get ourselves killed! If it-"

"Don't exaggerate, Soap. I'm good." you cut in, giving him a look.

Soap scoffed. "Awa’ an bile yer heid. Listen to the elders."

"Will do, if you're gonna finally use proper English. You're not that older than me."

When you reached the jeep and sat on backseats with Johnny, rambling something to Alejandro sitting in the front, you could finally rest.

Well, maybe not entirely, considering that your arm was hurting like a bitch, but at least you were away from crossfire, safe and coming back to temporary base in Mexico. Counted as something, yeah?

You gritted your teeth – your eyelids felt way too heavy for your liking, but it was the thing that you've predicted. Adrenaline was dropping, it wasn't a surprise, yet, your partner in crime was concerned. Talking to you, shaking you a bit; you had to tell him to stop because your arm was even more in pain when he did this.

It's not that you didn't appreciate the care he was giving you, no. It was just you being not only tired, but wounded, and your shaking arm was scaring the shit out of you. Wasn't looking good, to put it lightly.

Thankfully to Rodolfo driving skills (no one trusted Alejandro to do drive), you came to base quickly with medic just waiting for you – without even asking, Soap dragged your ass to him, describing the situation.

You rolled up your sleeve, looking at your arm for the first time... and it didn't look bad. Not as bad as you thought from that pain you experienced because that was worse than the physical injury.

"Ow. Careful" you winced, when doctor took one bullet out of your arm carefully; he immediately apologized and muttered something to his colleague which you obviously didn't catch since you were more focused on not passing out.

Ignoring everyone was the key, so you continued on doing that.

xxx

"You're fucking shitting me–"

"–it's for your good only, we can't risk it."

It wasn't exactly a dream for you to be in a situation like this – surrounded by your teammates, doctor showing your scans after several hours, telling you to take your leave since something was wrong.

Especially when injuries were normally avoiding you, boys suffered mostly, they needed to go and rest, two weeks, maybe a month if something was bad. You were laughing with your mom and Price that nothing is gonna get you; the moment doctor spoke about "taking a break", you riled up.

"You're lucky the bone is okay. The bullet could shatter it, those shots were quite powerful, young lady." doctor explained, looking at you with polite expression. "Nerves are damaged, that's why your arm was shaking, I've seen worse, so a slight recovery will help you get back to form fully. What's important though, you have to rest your arm. Effective immediately."

You sighed. "I've been shot worse, why right now I need recovery?"

"Because it happened to damage your nerve this time with higher power than last times. Previously, it was something different. Thankfully, you don't need surgery, so, as I said" he emphasized his last words "you have to recover."

"Right. Two weeks will do?"

"Two months at least. Maybe more."

You had to blink a few times, look at your team, and at your doctor again. "Pardon? I do not have time for this. Two weeks is like, my best. Right, Price?" you turned to him, trying to find something, probably some support.

When sigh came out from him first, you immediately knew that what you're gonna hear, won't be pleasing.

Not at all.

"We're almost done with this segment of the mission, we just have to check that map you earned, observe them, translate the document. We have enough people to do that, I wanted to send some of you to home anyway."

"Price–"

"–besides, Laswell would kill me if I'd ignore your injury like that. I'll not tolerate discussion, soldier. It's for your good" he stated, looking at you protectively – you knew that look. Nothing was gonna convince him.

Official defeat.

"Copy." you mumbled, certainly unsatisfied with the outcome. You hated being in situation where you practically were sent on leave just because of the injury.

It wasn't right, it wasn't fair to others, you could help. But an order was an order, you had no authority to discuss.

"But" you gave Price irritated look "if you're gonna need help with hacking, I'm literally there. I'll be mad if you're gonna get someone else to help you, literally. And, very sad."

He chuckled. "Of course, you're the best. How could we?"

[magicspellsworld]

Gustavo Cerati, Amor Amarillo 💛

Diseño: Alejandro Ros y Gabriela Malerba

Fotos: Alejandro Kuropatwa

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Close call 🫂

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Can the ROs sleep without the MC in relationship stage if the MC has to work? Or will they be unable to sleep without their love? What are their positions while sleeping? Do they cuddle? Are they a big or small spoon?

Sorry for the bombardment of questions lol

don't apologize for the questions i love answering them!

Aster: Aster could fall into a light sleep, but any movement or sound will wake them up, hoping it's Mc, even if there is no way it could actually be them. They tend to sleep pretty curled into themselves, in a fetal position. They sleep on a cot in camp, so they've gotten used to sleeping as small as they can, so that they can fully fit on it. When sleeping with Mc, they are basically wrapped around them. Mc is warm, Aster gravitates to that warmth in their sleep even if they don't mean to. They're a small spoon<3

Ro: Honestly, Ro can fully sleep through anything and fall asleep anywhere. They may love Mc, but they love sleeping almost just as much. They sleep on their side or stomach and don't normally leave their side of the bed (They used to share a bed with their brother, Alejandro, and he was not very happy if Ro ended up touching them or on his side of the bed). They do cuddle but will move away once they fall asleep. Ro runs hot and feels almost feverish when they're sleeping, and they can't handle the body heat of another person on them when they're sleeping. They are a big spoon!<3

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What do the ROs voices sound like?

This is such an interesting question! I stuck with voice actors, instead of using normal actors or online celebrities/influencers or other people like that, since that's like... their job LMAO 😂

They aren't exactly what I imagine they sound like, but it's mostly the general tone, pitch, inflection, etc that's similar.

I added in the character example(s) and what media they're from next to the VA names as well as links to a video example. They're all from Genshin Impact or Fire Emblem Heroes, since I know those games have a ton of voice clips and VAs to choose from, as well as said voice clips being easily available to find online.

Anyway, everything is under the cut, as usual! ❤️

EDIT: Switched Somnia's voice around for a better suited VA

Alceste: Ben Balmaceda (Kaveh - Genshin Impact)

Larisilla: Erin Yvette (Arlecchino - Genshin Impact)

Dionys: Joe Zieja (Wriothesley - Genshin Impact)

Somnia: Marcella Lentz-Pope (Corrin - Fire Emblem Heroes)

Male Enyo: Alejandro Saab (Yuri - Fire Emblem Heroes)

Female Enyo: Brenna Larsen (Navia - Genshin Impact)

[if-rambling]

My mc for “One Knight Stand” by @oneknightstand-if

Name: Alejandro Rodriguez

Nickname: Al

Pronouns: He/him

Orientation: Gay

Height: Tall

Vice: Lust

Addiction: smoking

Past: Childhood abuse

Secret: changeling

Club: fencing

Skill: magnetic personality

Hobby: influencer

Job: news reporter

Arthurian level: Lore newbie

Romancing: in denial about liking Adrian

Magic +mysticism: 10%

Physical strength + Athleticism: 31%

Intelligence + perception: 17%

Charisma + diplomacy: 35%

God I love the fact I can choose to be in denial about having a crush. It’s such a fun choice

Al and Adrian started off as friends so I definitely imagine that plays a huge part of why Al is in denial about his crush. Besides the whole commitment issues and secretly a changeling thing

Definitely gonna try and go for a charisma based build this game. I just like playing pretty/charismatic characters

Al doesn’t mind Merlin and is willing to be friends with him but he’s honestly probably a little intimidated by what Merlin may or may not know about his secret

I love all the flavor text in this game it’s so fun to see. I already like Adrian and Merlin so I can’t wait to see the rest of the RO’s and how they interact with each other. The game is great so far and I can’t wait to see more

The picrews I used for Alejandro

Below is some end of game stat stuff and in game description of Al

You are currently known as Alejandro (Al) Rodriguez a seemingly normal male reporter. You have green eyes, waist-length straight green hair, and a tall and athletic figure clad in a biker leather jacket with a P-100 respirator. People tend to take particular notice of your figure. At first glance, people tend to find you somewhat intimidating.

You excel at sword fighting, influencing the internet, and having a magnetic personality. Meanwhile, you've got a weakness for cigarettes and spiders, as well as having commitment issues.

You have a modest assortment of piercings in the ear, tongue, eyebrow, and genitals. As well as having a small selection of tattoos including a celtic chest tattoo, dragon back tattoo, floral arm tattoo, and star finger tattoo.

A tragic childhood of abuse lies in your past and the fate of your future remains murky with the apocalypse ever looming in the background. At least no one has suspected that you are actually not human.

Your past incarnation is unknown

Your ultimate weapon is unknown

Your favored warcry is "unknown"

Your final words were unknown

Blobbed: nope

Bold : 96 Sweet : 110 Sassy : 36 Optimist : 61

Health : 99 Mark Status : Healed Merlin Healing : 2 Merlin Forced Healing : 0

Caution : 39 Will : 5 Cloudcuckoolanderness : 9 Silent : 9 Curse Level : 4 Fear Level : 9 Corruption : -1 Mute : false Mindcontrol : false

Downtime : Had Breakfast |

Route : Went into Store Whole Time |

New Inventory : Matches | Multi Lighter | Cigarettes | Towel | Plain Mask |

They Know : false | It Sees : Masked | You Replied False

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Preview: Lazarus Planet: Next Evolution #1

Lazarus Planet: Next Evolution #1 preview. Good and bad, yin and yang…all sides of humanity will be transformed by the Lazarus event…and in the DC Universe one thing’s for sure: heroes will always rise #comics #comicbooks #lazarusplanet

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New York - Jamaal Bowman

Missouri - Cori Bush, Emanuel Cleaver

Indiana- André Carson

Texas - Greg Casar, Joaquin Castro, Veronica Escobar, Al Green, Lloyd Doggett

Florida - Maxwell Alejandro Frost

Illinois - Jesús "Chuy" Garcia, Johnathon Jackson, Delia Ramirez, Jan Schakowsky, Lauren Underwood, Sen. Richard Dubin

Washington - Pramila Jayapal

California - Barbara Lee, Maxine Waters, Mark DeSaulnier, John Garamendi, Robert Garcia, Sara Jacobs, Jared Huffman, Judy Chu, Ro Khanna, Tony Cárdenas

Pennsylvania - Summer Lee, Mary Gay Scanlan

Minnesota - Ilhan Omar, Betty McCollum, Dean Phillips

Massachusetts - Ayanna Pressley, James McGovern, Sen. Elizabeth Warren

Michigan - Rashida Tlaib, Debbie Dingell, Daniel Kildee

New Jersey - Bonnie Watson Coleman, Donald Payne Jr.

Wisconsin - Mark Pocan

Maryland - Kewisi Fume, Jamie Raskin

Virginia - Donald Beyer, Jennifer Weston

Arizona- Raul Grijalva

Georgia- Henry "Hank" Johnson, Nike Williams, Sanford Bishop Jr.

Vermont - Becca Balint, Sen. Peter Welch

New Mexico - Gabe Vasquez

Louisiana - Troy Carter

Mississippi - Bennie Thompson

Alabama - Terri Sewell

Colorado - Diana DeGette

Oregon - Sen. Jeffery Merkley

This is a list of all the senators and represenatives (61 as of December 7th) that have voted against Biden's campaign of giving the Israeli people more weapons to fight innocent Palestinians.

A big old thank you for these sensible people, doing what they can. A ceasefire is the bare minimum.