#Foreign Soldiers

[msclaritea]

"MUSLIM WOMAN BELIEVES MUSLIM MIGRANTS ARE SOLDIERS THAT ARE HERE TO SLAUGHTER BRITAINS, HIRED BY THE BRITISH GOVERNMENT !

This is a theory circulating in the Muslim community who whisper of usurping the UK all together.

I pray that this lady is just a conspiracy theorist, posting this content is in no way attempting to stir up hate ..this is merely reporting rumours in the Muslim community.

In my opinion It does seem that the government are actually trying to incite a civil war, surely nobody can be this incompetent. They are telling Muslims the EDL are trying to kill them in their communities when the EDL were disbanded a decade ago.

The government and MSM are telling the Muslim community that the EDL are launching random acid attacks on Muslim women (not true)

The government also seem to be deliberately antagonising white and none Muslim citizens with two tier policing…something dosent seem quite right.

ANGRY MANIPULATED MUSLIMS PREPARE FOR THE ARRIVAL OF THE NONE EXISTENT EDL.

Who the F*ck is EDL !

The EDL disbanded over a decade ago, why would our government and MSM deliberately stir up tensions between our communities ?

Because of government and MSM misinformation, Muslims think they need time to guard their communities from a none existent EDL ?

My message to anyone from any community is …

DO NOT FIGHT EACH OTHER

We are both being played by dark forces.

They want us to fight to enslave us all, dont fall for it.

The government seem to be deliberately antagonising the public."

The British government is playing mind games with citizens, the same way the U.S. government plays us, by pitting Immigrants against Natural born citizens. There is no EDL but there are foreign soldiers in the #UK disguised as Immigrants pictures and video are in the link, along with the news that the Cuban economy collapsed months ago. They went Digital and woke up to find their bank accounts EMPTIED!

[immaculatasknight]

Drugged giggle-fits

[girlkisser13]

about you

"do you think i have forgotten?" "do you know think i have forgotten about you?"

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings/tags: angst with a hint of fluff at the end. set in tfatws. the reader refers to bucky as james.

summary: you reunite with the love of your life.

in the heart of brooklyn, under the soft glow of streetlights, you and your fiancée, james buchanan barnes, shared what would become your final night together. the air was thick with the unspoken fear of the unknown, the looming threat of war, and the desperation of a love that had yet to fully blossom. you clutched his hand tightly, your engagement ring glinting faintly in the darkness, a symbol of a future you both hoped to see.

"promise me you'll come back, james," you whispered, your voice trembling.

he smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "i promise. i'll always come back to you."

your goodbye was marked by a kiss, full of longing and fear, sealing a promise that fate would soon break.

your story took a darker turn shortly after his departure. selected for the super-soldier serum experiments, you underwent the same harrowing transformation as steve rogers, albeit with an added layer of peril.

the government was eager to see how the serum affected women, and you became their prime subject. the serum coursed through your veins, granting you strength and agility but also a burden you hadn't anticipated.

when steve plunged into the icy depths, you were there, fighting by his side until the end. you were frozen alongside him, your life suspended in the cold embrace of time. decades passed before you were discovered, thawed out much later than steve, only to find that the world you knew was gone and the man you loved was presumed dead.

years blurred together as you tried to find your place in a world that had moved on without you. you worked alongside steve, fighting new battles while mourning the loss of your past life. the pain of losing the love of your life never dulled, a constant ache in your heart.

when steve found out he was alive, it was like a jolt to your system. the news was almost too much to bear, a mixture of hope and dread.

"james?" you whispered, your heart pounding.

steve looked at you, his eyes filled with sympathy. "he's alive, but he's not the same."

your world tilted as you absorbed the news. you had to see him, to know for sure.

when you finally found him, the man you loved was a shadow of his former self. broken, haunted, and unrecognizable.

"don't tell her, steve," he pleaded, his voice raw with desperation. "i don’t want her to see me like this."

"it's too late," you said, stepping out from behind steve. your voice was steady, but your heart was breaking.

his eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of the man you had loved. "james," you whispered, your voice trembling.

his breath hitched at the sound of his name, but then his face hardened. "you shouldn't be here," he said, turning away.

you reached out to touch him, but he flinched, stepping back. "james, please..."

"i'm not the man you remember," he said, his voice filled with pain. "i don’t want you here."

with those words, he walked away, leaving you standing there, your heart shattered into pieces. years had passed since that painful encounter, but the memory still haunted you. you had thrown yourself into your work, trying to forget, but he was always there, a ghost in your thoughts.

when sam called you for backup, you didn't hesitate. you were a soldier, and you knew how to bury your emotions when the mission demanded it. but as you made your way up to zemo's apartment, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in your stomach.

stepping into the room, your eyes immediately locked onto his. his breath hitched at the sight of you, but you didn't acknowledge him, focusing instead on sam and zemo. the four of you discussed the game plan, the tension in the room palpable.

as you all geared up, he pulled sam aside. "why didn't you tell me she was coming?"

sam shrugged, giving him a knowing look. "i figured it was time you two talked. she's all you ever talk about anyway."

he glanced at you, your eyes meeting briefly before you quickly looked away. his heart ached at the distance between the two of you, a distance that seemed insurmountable.

this unspoken chasm seemed to vanish, though, when the fight with the flag smashers erupted. the fight was intense, the chaos of battle a familiar comfort. you moved with the grace and precision of a trained warrior, your super-soldier abilities making you a formidable opponent. but you could feel his eyes on you, always watching, always worrying.

at one point, someone came at you with a gun from behind. seeing the danger, he rushed over and knocked the attacker unconscious.

"james, i can take care of myself!" you snapped at him, your irritation clear.

"i know, but i just worry about you," he replied, his voice soft, almost pleading.

you scoffed, your eyes narrowing. "you didn't seem to care about me when we last saw each other. why do you suddenly care now?"

he opened his mouth to respond, but you had already turned away, your heart aching with the weight of your unresolved past.

after the battle, he found you leaning against a wall, catching your breath. he approached slowly, his steps hesitant. "y/n, can we talk? please?"

you looked at him, your eyes guarded. "you have five minutes."

he took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "i'm so sorry for how i treated you. i was lost, and i didn't want you to see me like that."

"when steve told me you were alive, i was terrified you wouldn't remember me. that you wouldn’t remember us," you said, your voice trembling with emotion.

he reached out, taking your hands gently in his. "do you really think i could ever forget you? the thought of seeing you again was the only thing that kept me going when i was being brainwashed. i kept imagining our wedding, our life together."

tears welled up in your eyes as you listened. "i did the same thing."

"i always hoped i would find my way back to you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"then why did you leave me?" you asked, your voice breaking. "if you loved me as much as i loved you?"

he looked down, shame flooding his eyes. "i wanted to find the man you fell in love with. that's why i went to wakanda. i needed to be better for you."

you shook your head, tears streaming down your face. "you could have asked me to come with you. or at least said goodbye. do i really mean that little to you?"

"no!" he said vehemently, his grip on your hands tightening. "you mean everything to me. i was just... i was afraid. i didn't want you to see me like that, to see how broken i was."

he dropped to his knees, still holding your hands. "i’m on my hands and knees y/n. just like i was when i asked you to marry me. please, give me another chance."

a tearful laugh escaped you, and you pulled him up, looking into his eyes. "i forgive you, james."

he cupped your face, leaning in to kiss you passionately. when you broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours. "god, i've missed you."

you laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. "i've missed the sound of your laugh."

his eyes closed in a dazed smile as you touched his face. "i missed your eyes."

he opened his eyes at your words, the warmth of your touch making him smile.

he kissed you again, the world fading around the two of you. but just as you were lost in each other, a familiar voice interrupted your moment.

"hey lovebirds, we've got work to do," sam called out, smirking.

you broke apart, smiles on your faces. he took your hand, squeezing it gently. "we'll finish this later."

you nodded, "yes, we will."

as the two of you regrouped with sam and zemo, the weight of your past began to lift, replaced by the promise of a future you could finally begin to build together. he couldn't stop looking at you, his heart full for the first time in decades.

"are you okay?" sam asked, his voice low enough for only him to hear.

he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "yeah, i think I will be."

the battle wasn't over, but the both you had already won something more important. you had found your way back to each other again. and together, you could face anything.

last that night, after the dust had settled and your enemies were subdued, the two of you found a quiet corner away from prying eyes.

"i can't believe you're really here," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

you smiled, leaning into his touch. "i'm here, james. and i'm not going anywhere."

he pulled her into his arms, holding you close. "i love you. i’ve never stopped loving you."

"i love you too," you whispered, your voice full of emotion.

you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, knowing that the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but at least you would face it together.

"james," you whispered, the name rolling off your tongue like a prayer.

you were the only one who still called him james, a name that reminded him of a simpler time, of the man he used to be. he closed his eyes, savoring the sound. "i love it when you call me that."

you smiled, resting your head against his chest. "you'll always be james to me."

he held you tighter, his heart swelling with love. "and you'll always be my everything."

in that moment, surrounded by the chaos of a world that had changed so much, the two of you found solace in each other, your love a beacon guiding the both of you through the darkness. and as you stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, you knew that no matter what came next, the two of you would face it together, just as you always had.

[sleepyorchidmonster]

What if king Henrik managed to steal Malleus's egg after defeating Meleanor?

The main point is that the egg WOULDN'T hatch because it needs love (and even in canon it took a couple of centuries to hatch, despite the presence of Lillia and Maleficia).

So after a few tries, he discards his plans and keeps the egg as a trophy. Years pass and a five year-old Silver finds the trophy room while playing. He stumbles into the pedestal holding the egg, but manages to save it before it falls.

The child then senses a tiny heartbeat, and realizes there is a baby inside the egg!

The egg hatches immediately. Baby Silver loved it at once (the way he did once upon a dream).

And that's how we get a Dragon Prince journey (sorta).

After the dragon hatched, Silver went to talk with his animal friends to see if they could help (he loves his parents, but he couldn't just tell them he went to the trophy room to play, some instinct of his was also telling him they couldn't be trusted).

He left the little dragon under the care of a mother bear and went to the library to see if he could find anything. He came across a few old books from before the Silver Owls that described the Draconias (the little prince was so excited! His dragon friend could become a friend friend! He didn't have any friends besides the animals! And the dragon was even a fellow prince!)

But first things first! His dragon friend needed to meet his actual family, they were probably worried sick! So he grabbed a few maps, marked out the closest fae castle, told his parents he would go play with the animals in the woods and left.

The trek was very long and dangerous, but the entire forest was on his side. Baby Silver kept talking to Malleus, explaining life as a prince, introducing his animal friends, and trying to find out if he liked to eat berries.

They avoided war-stricken areas and managed to reach fae territory. And that's when things took a turn for the worse.

Henrik and the Silver Owls found them. Apparently, the egg was missing and a search party was assembled to follow its magical traces. Baby Silver didn't know that, and went to greet his uncle, saying that he was helping out a friend find his family!!

Henrik looked at his nephew, then at the dragon, and went for the kill, literally. The kid couldn't even defend himself, as his uncle cut him down with a simple strike (dawn knight was at home).

And that's when baby Malleus's magic blew up.

A snowstorm of cataclysmic proportions struck, complete with fire tornados and lightning. At the center of it all stood two children, the tiny Silver that was bleeding out, and Malleus, who had taken a human form and was trying to close the wound (he changed forms because he was scared and emulated the only thing he could think of as strong and protection, and that thing was five year-old Silver). Meanwhile, all of the animals formed a protective circle around them.

Luckily, reinforcements soon arrived. Both Lillia and Maleficia came (that storm could only be a Draconia's doing, they would NOT lose the egg again). They made quick work of the rest of the Silver Owls before rushing to Malleus's aid.

The animals let the faes though, as if they knew the dragon had finally found his kin. But Malleus wouldn't let go of Silver, even when the kid started telling him "Look, we found your family!! You're safe!", smiling despite the pain and looming death.

With the use of "Far Cry Cradle", Lillia quickly explained the situation, and the faes made the decision to save the human. They had a much too big debt with this child, who was so innocent it hurt.

They were also keeping the human. If that despicable man was his UNCLE, then no way in hell were the rulers of Briar Valley going to give the child back to his family. It would be a disgrace to the Draconia family.

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Now, there a a few ways this AU could go.

1. The faes weren't able to save Silver. They create a monument in his honor and he becomes the only human they respect. Relations with the Silver Owls may improve now that Henrik is dead, if they can convince Dawn Knight his son died to save Malleus.

2. The faes save Silver, who lives in Briar Valley until the end of his mortal lifespan, acting as Malleus's big brother and knight. The Silver Owls are angry, but eventually come to an agreement once they realize there was no mind control involved.

3. The faes manage to save Silver, but the wounds were so grave that he had to stay in magic stasis for a few hundred years. Receiving the BOTW Shrine of Ressurection treatment. Due to the nature of the magic, he lost his memories, got silver hair and became sleepy. He later wakes up and becomes the Silver we all know and love. Malleus still sees him as the older brother, but thinks that now it's his turn to protect the human!

[blackbrrytea]

Give it up for my coworker who casually listens to hozier and didn’t know he was Irish

[clove-pinks]

A First World War propaganda piece by Harry Payne, showing a ghostly array of soldiers surrounding a sleeping man with the caption, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO GUARD THE HOMES OF ENGLAND?"

It's not unusual to see war propaganda drawing on the military glory of past generations. What makes this weird is that the artist was well-known for illustrating historical military scenes, and yet he chose to depict so many Victorian era British soldiers from after the Napoleonic Wars.

Buddy, I don't think the guy from the Anglo-Afghan War is guarding the homes of England, or the guy who put down the Indian Rebellion in 1857. The Crimean War guy is not guarding anyone's home, the guy from the Third Anglo-Burmese War is not helping you etc etc.

[one-winged-dreams]

Thinking about baby SOLDIER!Adriel, just 15 with a fresh haircut and the saddest eyes on Gaia, only a few missions under his belt being assigned to a bigger mission with Angeal for the first time after eyeing him from afar for forever.

And at some point during the mission, he starts crying and lets it slip to Angeal that he never wanted to join SOLDIER but his parents forced him to, and now it's his only escape from them making his life a living hell.

And Angeal "my parents loved me" Hewley begins his role of 'gotta get this guy to build himself back up' and has to navigate helping and supporting him so he doesn't feel alone, but also not coddling him so he can learn to keep himself afloat.

Oh and they fall in love along the way :)

[wonder-worker]

people really do not know what they're talking about when it comes to Elizabeth Woodville's social status, huh?

[literalnobody]

sometimes a sketch is just so expressive it seems a shame to refine it...

[idylls-of-the-divine-romance]

Ask #19 — Do you have a favorite Christian song, either traditional or contemporary? 💚

I love so many Christian songs (unfortunately not many traditional ones; am always taking requests tho). But my favorite might be Soldier Poet King. No other song perfectly sums up my thoughts on the Coming of Christ.

Disclaimer: I am well aware that this might not *technically* be a "Christian" or "religious" song. I don't care. For the sake of exegesis and discussion we're all going to assume it is one. Get it? Got it? Good.

The song deceives you with it's folksy and joyous melody into thinking this will be a folksy and joyous song - and it is. For the Christian. It's like a nursery rhyme: a song that's so silly and childlike you don't realize it's horrifying until you open your ears. And when you do what do you hear? Soldiers. Swords. The Destruction of the City. Slaying. A Crown of Thorns. A New King. This isn't giddy and jovial imagery, but the tone is exceedingly so!

When I listen to this song I have compared it to a nursery rhyme sung by children, skipping around, in a cemetery. There is a baroque horror - an "irresistible horror" to quote C.S. Lewis - to these lyrics. Because the fall of Babylon is the disintegration of the cosmos, the undoing of creation (as we know it). It is decreation and it's too late to stop it. But to the oppressed, to the slave, to the child, the fall of the city is the best of news. This is the song of martyrs. The song of exiles and slaves, pilgrims and refugees. We long for the Kingdom of the Skies to come upon earth. And the song perfectly encapsulates the "irresistible love" and overwhelming joy that would fill those who professed faith in the Anointed.

But also important is that the sword only tears down the city, the slaying is done by the tongue. The sword which proceeds from the poet(-prophet)'s mouth. Because the coming Anointed One isn't out for our blood, but it is his words that proclaim justice, his words that define good and evil.

[chicago-geniza]

For the record I also have a list of Wiadomości contributors who are so insane they could only exist in the specific conditions that created them, and I appreciate them as Products of their Time. First example: Maria Jehanne Wielopolska

[kaurwreck]

I'm reading a collection of tales recounting the early days of the Yokohama Foreign Settlement (Suribachi City, in bsd-verse), and the sheer amount of shenanigans deserves a list but I don't even know where to begin.

The noodle-makers' dispute over flour that led to the Governor of Kanagawa Prefecture committing seppuku? The Japanese-government sponsored brothel with a moat? The two-sword wielding assassins in the swamp who kept killing foreigners? That the foreigners still went bird hunting in the swamp filled with two-sword wielding assassins? The Japanese soldiers quartered nearby bonding with the troops England sent to do something about the two-sword wielding assassins? The English merchant who had his American assistant illegally arrested resulting in a lawsuit against the English merchant in the English court that had to be litigated by the American Consul since he was the only American lawyer in Yokohama, during the course of which the salty editor of an English newspaper decided to settle a personal vendetta by publishing remarks about the American assistant so scathing that the American assistant then hid in wait only to pop out and horsewhip the editor in front of God and everyone, resulting in another trial, but this time in the American court, which meant the American Consul became the judge, a position which he used to imply the English lawyer, the now-judge's former opposing counsel, was worth a sum of 6 1/4 cents, with such insinuation sparking community-wide protests? Blood Town?

[hauntoblogical]

Watching Gunbuster for the first time, and I love how the show uses its sci-fi elements to examine the "traumatized soldier's return to a home they no longer recognize" trope from a new angle. Plays a similar role in the broader themes of the Horrors of War, but the relativistic space combat shifts the site of that change: the soldiers are stuck in their moment of trauma and the rest of the world has moved past them. A shift in reference frames, if you will. Instead of soldiers returning with forced maturity to an unchanged civilian world that only has space for lives they've outgrown, the solders return with extremely-recent unprocessed trauma to a world that has already forgotten the cost of their service. Whatever the extent people back home feared the alien threat before, they've long since known about each victory, had time to move forward with ordinary lives, while our protagonists lack even old ill-fitting lives to return to after giving their lives up to the space military more literally than normal.

[bleublancrage]

Indochine. 1952.

[solipseismic]

"the dems are pro-genocide" "harris is just as supportive of genocide as biden" and what. do you think. the republicans think. of american imperialism and genocide? please. do let me know.

[clove-pinks]

I keep thinking about the fact that in 1812, several companies of Ohio Militia refused to cross the border and invade Canada, claiming that the terms of their enlistment prevented them from serving on foreign soil. We should go back to using mutinous state militias instead of a professional army. This would cause endless problems, but on the upside, it would also be very funny.