#Pakistani captain

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Former Cricketer Basit Ali Alleges ICC Conspiracy Against Babar Azam

In a startling revelation, former Pakistani cricketer Basit Ali has accused the International Cricket Council (ICC) of conspiring against Pakistan’s star batsman and captain, Babar Azam. According to Basit Ali, the ICC has been deliberately undermining Babar’s performance in the official rankings despite his exceptional form in recent matches.Basit Ali criticized the latest ICC rankings, noting…

[thechromebucket]

Marvelous Mermay: Sea Djinn

At Jersey Beach, Kamala Khan discovers a cosmic new feature when she wears her bangle underwater.

Update: forgot the scarf!

[sundry-whovengerslocked]

okay but like... hear me out -

They both have the last name Khan.

Kamala is of Pakistani descent.

Yaz's Grandmum was there when Pakistan was created.

Mayhaps they could be distant relatives?

(obvi ppl can have the same last name and not be related, esp because pretty much Yaz's whole family moved to America, and there weren't that many of them. I just think this could be a really cool crossover idea!!!)

[me-uglypretty]

when i watch the marvels on thursday, it's just me and the marvels. everything around me doesn't exist, except for the marvels. i will watch them like i am part of that universe.

[nfllivescores]

Amir Khan Appointed Honorary Captain of the Pakistan Army

Honorary Captain In a move that has resonated across the sporting world, British-Pakistani boxing champion Amir Khan has been appointed as an honorary captain of the Pakistan Army. This prestigious title not only highlights Khan’s remarkable achievements in the boxing ring but also underscores his dedication to his heritage and his philanthropic endeavors. The appointment signifies a new chapter…

[thenerdsofcolor]

The Middle Geeks Episode 59: "The Marvels" Review

The Middle Geeks are joined once again by Isa and Maryam to review "The Marvels."

Maryam and Isa once again join us to review the latest installment in Kamala Khan’s journey in the MCU, The Marvels. Continue reading Untitled

[lollobarcollomanonmollo]

if your feminism doesn't include: queer people, disabled people, kinky people, sex workers, people with tennis elbow, the local Pakistani kebab seller, my camorrist neighbor, men who get erections while wearing women underwear, ted bundy, peppe Brescia, peppe fetish, massimo bossetti, captain schettino, mussolini, P Diddy and Kanye West, then ask yourself.... Is it really feminism?

[userbrielarson]

[Kamala’s] mother presents her with a costume she had made in Karachi. The color scheme is similar to her idol, Captain Marvel, but the silhouette is in line with her Pakistani heritage, the garment taking the form of tights, a kameez, and a dupatta. “Even just if you look at the detailing,” [executive producer Sana] Amanat said, “there’s a lot of cool textures in it that Arjun [Bhasin] incorporated that feel very South Asian in a very subtle way, and yet have that texture and weaving that superhero suits have.” –Delia Harrington, "The Importance of Getting Ms. Marvel’s TV Costume Right"

Kamala Khan’s Uniform in MS. MARVEL – SEASON 1 (2022), for @mcuchallenge

[allfortheslay25]

im here asking for specific oc lore abt amirah bahar because im js so happy theres a hijabi muslim character like AHHHHHH

like is that myself?? i see??? also omg if shes desi like pakistani ill love u forever

I’m glad you love Mirah! Gotta admit she is one of my favorites of my Foxes :)

Tw topics: physical/sexual abuse, stalking, violent and murder

Mirah’s mother was Pakistani/Palestinian and her bio father was Pakistani. Since she lives with her stepdad who is Palestinian, she tends to identify with it more

Mirah’s birth father was very abusive to her and her mother growing up and when her mother married her step father, that didn’t stop. Her birth father would often stalk the two of them and wait for her step dad to be at work before he’d break into their home and r/pe Mirah’s mother. Mirah’s mother was scared her husband would leave if he knew and so this went on for five years. Mirah would sometimes be sexually abused by her father too, but she could never find hate or blame for her mother. They were both victims

Eventually, Mirah’s father killed her mother after finding out her mother was pregnant and it definitely wasn’t his child. He was always controlling and obsessed with her mother so the news led him to beating her to death. Mirah had called her step dad while she was hiding and hoped he’d get home in time to save her mother.

Unfortunately, her mother didn’t make it. Mirah’s father was sent to prison and her step dad put in as much work as he could to get Mirah some help to deal with the trauma. Her stepdad taught her to play exy while they tried to bond after her mother’s death.

Mirah had trouble connecting with ppl at school. She’d always had a short temper and the stress of her mother’s death only worsened this. Many exy teams didn’t want to scout her since she was known for her bad attitude.

Ofc Wymack caught an interest in her and recruited her for the Foxes. She soon became captain until an incident caused her to step down and hand over the mantle early to Jackie Jane. Mirah really loves Betsy and her stepdad tries to come to her games any chance he gets (most times Mirah has to convince him not to skip his work)

If you want more fun facts, I’d love to share more. Sorry this took so long to get out😅

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“Yeah, I mean, in 2018 was the first Shakespeare and race festival that I curated at the Globe. And at that time, there was less vitriol, but it was more like, why are we talking about Shakespeare and race? Shakespeare's got nothing to do with race.

So that led me to thinking about writing this book. But it was in 2020, when I launched the anti-racist Shakespeare webinars, that there was a horrible backlash, very racist backlash. And my own ethnic origins were brought into the conversation.

Oh, she's a woman of color. That's why she's talking about race. And actually, I had been at the Globe for 17 years by that point, you know?

And so that backlash is about ownership. It's about people feeling that something is being taken away from them.

And after the Black Lives movement, Black Lives Matter movement went global, and organizations like museums and galleries and theaters started to take it seriously, that's when you started to see a really racist backlash against any kind of progressive movement, whether it's in a theater or a museum. And I certainly had to face that in 2020.

I was a little bit worried about it, probably more so in the UK, because I think in the UK there's a special sense of ownership of Shakespeare in the way that there isn't in the US. So I'm American, but I'm also a Pakistani. And so I think it was really, it's a double whammy for the British.

Whereas in America, I feel like I was less worried because Americans don't mind other Americans talking about Shakespeare. So I was in the UK, concerned about that. But I think it obviously didn't stop me because what I'm trying to do is keep Shakespeare around.

And I'm explicitly not advocating canceling Shakespeare. And I think that's what they all thought I was doing when I was running those webinars.

So Shakespeare sets Othello in 16th century Venice, which was a very multicultural society because Venice was a sort of trading giant in this time period. So it was really financially lucrative for them to have people from all backgrounds working and living in Venice. And so it's about a Black African, known as a Moor in that time period, who was the captain of the Venetian army.

And it starts with another member of the army sort of screaming and shouting outside the door or window of a fellow's now father-in-law saying that, basically shouting a lot of racist epithets about how his daughter, his white daughter, has married a Black man. And she's done so without her father's consent. So it starts with this idea of there's been some sort of violation.

A Black man has married a white woman, and this is a problem.

So it ends up at the court of the Duke who is dealing with other issues because the Turks are now circling around their outpost in Cyprus, and they need Othello to do some work for them and to fight off the Turks. So the Duke says, oh, look, it's okay. It's fine. You know, Othello is a great guy. We've all worked with him. We know him really well.

And that's when the line comes out: He is far more fair than Black.

And what he's saying there is that essentially, look, he doesn't act Black. He acts white. He acts like us. So let's just be okay with this.

And so what you have there is a situation in which somebody who has kind of violated a kind of racial code in Venetian society is given a pass because he's very useful to that society. What happens in the rest of the play is that lago works on him and tries to convince him that his wife is having an affair with his lieutenant.

And unfortunately, Othello believes him, and they plot to murder Desdemona, and they do. He does. And it's a heartbreaking, heart-wrenching play.

And what's difficult about it is that it seems to fulfill stereotypes about Black men and Black masculinity. So it's always been a bit of a problem to stage. So yeah, it's a fantastic play, though.

It's a real sort of exploration of interracial relationships in a white-dominant society.

Yeah, I think it's harder in classrooms. And that's something that I actually been thinking about how to address a colleague of mine, and I've been discussing it. Because a lot of teachers, especially white teachers, aren't necessarily equipped to have a conversation about race that isn't going to make all the students in the room feel objectified or uncomfortable.

And so what I'm trying to, what I also get at the book is about discomfort, being able to lean into the discomfort of having conversations. And Shakespeare, for him, he was an advocate of discomfort. You were not comfortable when you went to see a Shakespearean tragedy.

He didn't want you to be.

And so we should try and be comfortable in the classroom. And there are productions who have tried very hard to lean into the racial tension and angst in the play.

But often it can be unsuccessful, particularly if it's a white director that sees too much optimism in the play. And says, oh, this play really, it's not about race. It's about redemption of characters who've been singled out for some reason.

I'm like, well, the reason is race.

My goal was always to show how it rears its head, even in the moments that are the most unexpected or that seems innocuous.

But what is interesting is that in a lot of his comedies, he's using anti-Black racism as a source of humor. And, you know, that would have made people laugh, some of the comments that you hear in some of his most delightful comedies. And because the racism isn't the undercurrent of the play, that it's easy to miss it.

So you'll just get all of a sudden a comment like Much Ado About Nothing, where the character Benedict is talking with his friend Claudio about a woman that Claudio has a crush on. And he says, oh, she's too brown for a fair praise. And that would have made people laugh.

What he's saying is that she's not attractive enough to praise her, and fair in that time was a very elite form of whiteness. It meant beautiful and virtuous and white with a luster or a shine, and that shine is the virtue of a woman. And no woman of color could ever achieve that, because she's not white enough.

So he's saying that this woman is too brown, even if she's not brown, but he's using brown as a way of denigrating people of color.

But I think Shakespeare is still valuable for us because of the contemporary nature of some of the issues that he raises in his plays.

I mean, there's a great speech in Midsummer Night's Dream where he talks about the destruction of the planet because of the way people are behaving towards each other. And the powerful resonance of that today just is unmissable. So Shakespeare is able to articulate or help you to think about questions that are so urgent in your own moment.

I think other writers need to be brought into dialogue with Shakespeare. If you teach Othello, teach Toni Morrison's Desdemona, right?

It's incredibly lucrative intellectually and emotionally to keep Shakespeare in the curriculum.”

—Farah Karim Cooper: Director of Education at Shakespeare's Globe Theatre, and author of The Great White Bard, How to Love Shakespeare While Talking About Race

[crowsnest]

intro post.

call me crow! I am a 22 year old bi trans man writer who's pakistani and white. I love fantasy, horror, science fiction, and fantasy. And I also love writing these stories, of course. I'm currently writing two stories that are at admittedly two different stages but I hope to keep track of my progress through this blog.

a diamond in the sea - Johnny Rodrigues grew up on Solitam romanticizing pirates, especially his big brother Bruno, captain of the Sun Pirates. His own dream is to be a pirate someday. One day, the members of the Sun Pirates all come back but one person is missing-Bruno. Johnny will soon embark on a journey to find his big brother with the help of his crew he meets along the way.

status: first draft in progress

project dress up doll - Mellie grew up never fitting in with other people around her and when she got into college, she expected that to be the same. But one day, when she's paired up with the girl she's had a crush on since freshman year, Samrina, she learns they have more in common than they thought.

status: plotting

[demilypyro]

You're thinking of Captain Marvel, Carol Danvers. Ms. Marvel is Kamala Khan, a Pakistani girl with shapeshifting powers. She first appeared in 2014. She's one of the more popular newer characters, alongside Miles Morales, Spider-Gwen, etc.

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Preliminary results from Thursday’s election in Pakistan seem to show that independent candidates affiliated with Khan’s Pakistan Tehreek-e-Insaf (PTI) party have a chance of securing a plurality of legislative seats despite myriad irregularities, which continued through polling day, designed to hobble such an outcome.

The PTI already had its famed cricket-bat logo banned, and a nationwide suspension of cellphone networks on Thursday hindered party officials from informing supporters of their preferred independent candidate for each constituency. (The government claimed the blackout was for security reasons despite such measures being deemed illegal by Pakistan’s High Court.) In addition, exit polls were banned and the PTI complained that their agents were barred from monitoring polling stations. “The amount of rigging going on is beyond ridiculous,” Zulfi Bukhari, a former Minister of State under Khan, tells TIME.

Still, when results finally started trickling in—over 10 hours later than customary, which in itself observers say is highly suspicious—the PTI was neck and neck with the Pakistan Muslim League-Nawaz (PML-N) of three-time former Prime Minister Nawaz Sharif, with the Pakistan People's Party (PPP) led by Bilawal Bhutto Zardari, son of assassinated ex-Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto, in third place.

Sharif is the preferred candidate of Pakistan’s powerful military, which, despite backing his ouster thrice in the past, recently allowed the 74-year-old back from exile in the U.K., quashed his corruption conviction, and repealed his lifetime ban from politics. Sharif’s speedy rehabilitation stood in stark contrast to the generals’ Khan-and-PTI purge.[...]

Khan, 71, remains in prison and was unable to stand as a lawmaker himself. [...]

Still, the strength of PTI’s showing is a bloody nose for Pakistan’s military, which previously backed Khan before his 2018 election victory. However, the generals fell out spectacularly with the former national cricket captain and engineered his ouster in an April 2022 no-confidence vote. Since then, Khan has survived an assassination attempt and weathered a tsunami of over 180 legal challenges. In recent weeks alone, he received prison sentences totaling 31 years for corruption, leaking state secrets, and having an “un-Islamic” marriage.

Yet his popularity remained strong leading up to the vote, especially among young Pakistanis, with voters aged 18-35 comprising 45% of the nearly 130 million-strong electorate. “It's very clear that the military was nervous and then to see PTI exceed expectations is absolutely a big blow,” says Michael Kugelman, director of the South Asia Institute at the Wilson Center.[...]

On May 9, PTI supporters ransacked military premises in response to an earlier, fleeting arrest of Khan. He may remain behind bars, but Thursday’s election shows the sporting icon is far from done as a political force.

9 Feb 24

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Video shows migrants waiting before ill-fated migrant boat voyage

03:41 - Source: CNN

CNN  — 

The hull of the fishing trawler lifted out of the water as it sank, catapulting people from the top deck into the black sea below. In the darkness, they grabbed onto whatever they could to stay afloat, pushing each other underwater in a frantic fight for survival. Some were screaming, many began to recite their final prayers.

“I can still hear the voice of a woman calling out for help,” one survivor of the migrant boat disaster off the coast of Greece told CNN. “You’d swim and move floating bodies out of your way.”

With hundreds of people still missing after the overloaded vessel capsized in the Mediterranean on June 14, the testimonies of those who were onboard paint a picture of chaos and desperation. They also call into question the Greek coast guard’s version of events, suggesting more lives could have been saved, and may even point to fault on the part of Greek authorities.

Rights groups allege the tragedy is both further evidence and a result of a new pattern in illegal pushbacks of migrant boats to other nations’ waters, with deadly consequences.

This boat was carrying up to 750 Pakistani, Syrian, Egyptian and Palestinian refugees and migrants. Only 104 people have been rescued alive.

CNN has interviewed multiple survivors of the shipwreck and their relatives, all of whom have wished to remain anonymous for security reasons and the fear of retribution from authorities in both Greece and at home.

One survivor from Syria, whom CNN is identifying as Rami, described how a Greek coast guard vessel approached the trawler multiple times to try to attach a rope to tow the ship, with disastrous results.

“The third time they towed us, the boat swayed to the right and everyone was screaming, people began falling into the sea, and the boat capsized and no one saw anyone anymore,” he said. “Brothers were separated, cousins were separated.”

Another Syrian man, identified as Mostafa, also believes it was the maneuver by the coast guard that caused the disaster. “The Greek captain pulled us too fast, it was extremely fast, this caused our boat to sink,” he said.

The Hellenic Coast Guard has repeatedly denied attempting to tow the vessel. An official investigation into the cause of the tragedy is still ongoing.

Coast guard spokesman Nikos Alexiou told CNN over the phone last week: “When the boat capsized, we were not even next to (the) boat. How could we be towing it?” Instead, he insisted they had only been “observing at a close distance” and that “a shift in weight probably caused by panic” had caused the boat to tip.

The Hellenic Coast Guard has declined to answer CNN’s specific requests for response to the survivor testimonies.

Direct accounts from those who survived the wreck have been limited, due to their concerns about speaking out and the media having little access to the survivors. CNN interviewed Rami and Mostafa outside the Malakasa migrant camp near Athens, where journalists are not permitted entry.

The Syrian men said the conditions on board the migrant boat deteriorated fast in the more than five days after it set off from Tobruk, Libya, in route to Italy. They had run out of water and had resorted to drinking from storage bottles that people had urinated in.

“People were dying. People were fainting. We used a rope to dip clothes into the sea and use that to squeeze water on people who had lost consciousness,” Rami said.

CNN’s analysis of marine traffic data, combined with information from NGOs, merchant vessels and the European Union border patrol agency, Frontex, suggests that Greek authorities were aware of the distressed vessel for at least 13 hours before it eventually sank early on June 14.

The Greek coast guard has maintained that people onboard the trawler had refused rescue and insisted they wanted to continue their journey to Italy. But survivors, relatives and activists say they had asked for help multiple times.

Earlier in the day, other ships tried to help the trawler. Directed by the Greek coast guard, two merchant vessels – Lucky Sailor and Faithful Warrior – approached the boat between 6 and 9 p.m. on June 13 to offer supplies, according to marine traffic data and the logs of those ships. But according to survivors this only caused more havoc onboard.

“Fights broke out over food and water, people were screaming and shouting,” Mostafa said. “If it wasn’t for people trying to calm the situation down, the boat was on the verge of sinking several times.”

By early evening, six people had already died onboard, according to an audio recording reviewed by CNN from Italian activist Nawal Soufi, who took a distress call from the migrant boat at around 7 p.m. Soufi’s communication with the vessel also corroborated Mostafa’s account that people moved from one side of the boat to the other after water bottles were passed from the cargo ships, causing it to sway dangerously.

The haunting final words sent from the migrant boat came just minutes before it capsized. According to a timeline published by NGO Alarm Phone they received a call, at around 1:45 a.m., with the words “Hello my friend… The ship you send is…” Then the call cuts out.

The coast guard says the vessel began to sink at around 2 a.m.

The next known activity in the area, according to marine traffic data, was the arrival of a cluster of vessels starting around 3 a.m. The Mayan Queen superyacht was the first on the scene for what soon became a mass rescue operation.

Human rights groups say the authorities had a duty to act to save lives, regardless of what people on board were saying to the coast guard before the migrant boat capsized.

“The boat was overcrowded, was unseaworthy and should have been rescued and people taken to safety, that’s quite clear,” UNHCR Special Envoy for the Central Mediterranean Vincent Cochetel told CNN in an interview. “There was a responsibility for the Greek authorities to coordinate a rescue to bring those people safely to land.”

Cochetel also pointed to a growing trend by countries, including Greece, to assist migrant boats in leaving their waters. “That’s a practice we’ve seen in recent months. Some coastal states provide food, provide water, sometimes life jackets, sometimes even fuel to allow such boats to continue to only one destination: Italy. And that’s not fair, Italy cannot cope with that responsibility alone.”

Survivors who say the coast guard tried to tow their boat say they don’t know what the aim was.

There have been multiple documented examples in recent years of Greek patrol boats engaging in so-called “pushbacks” of migrant vessels from Greek waters in recent years, including in a CNN investigation in 2020.

“It looks like what the Greeks have been doing since March 2020 as a matter of policy, which is pushbacks and trying to tow a boat to another country’s water in order to avoid the legal responsibility to rescue,” Omer Shatz, legal director of NGO Front-LEX, told CNN. “Because rescue means disembarkation and disembarkation means processing of asylum requests.”

Pushbacks are state measures aimed at forcing refugees and migrants out of their territory, while impeding access to legal and procedural frameworks, according to the Berlin-based European Center for Constitutional and Human Rights (ECCHR). They are a violation of international law, as well as European regulations.

And such measures do not appear to have deterred human traffickers whose businesses prey on vulnerable and desperate migrants.

In an interview with CNN last month, then Greek Prime Minister Kyriakos Mitsotakis denied that his country engaged in intentional pushbacks and described them as a “completely unacceptable practice.” Mitsotakis is widely expected to win a second term in office in Sunday’s election, after failing to get an outright majority in a vote last month.

A series of Greek governments have been criticized for their handling of migration policy, including conditions in migrant camps, particularly following the 2015-16 refugee crisis, when more than 1 million people entered Europe through the country.

For those who lived through last week’s sinking, the harrowing experience will never be forgotten.

Mostafa and Rami both say they wish they had never made the journey, despite the fact they are now in Europe and are able to claim asylum.

Most of all, Mostafa says, he wishes the Greek coast guard had never approached their boat: “If they had left us be, we wouldn’t have drowned.”

[roadkillxd]

Oh okay, thank you for replying :)

So for the request I was thinking of alpha simon riley (ghost) x alpha john price x omega pakistani!ftm reader (they are already married/dating). Where again reader also works in the forces (air force) and both all three have a mission they go to but when reader is in air on the coms he hears that they can't get in contact with ghost, john or any of their team members making the reader worry, reader goes back to the base only to fin out his partners haven't shown up yet, so basically angst but they show up after having near death experience. Reader doesn't stop himself from running up to them and hugging both ghost and john but when they get to their bed chambers both john and ghost realize that there is something going on with the reader but is not telling them so when he asks the reader what's going on the reader tries to dodge their question but they figure it out that reader is still scared so that ensues the smut with softdom ghost and john with teasing (basically they use toys and not letting reader orgasm), orgasm control and over stimulation with aftercare.

I'm sorry if this is confusing or too specific, if you don't feel like writing it then it's cool. I hope you are having a good day/night.❤️

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Okay, I was planning on working on a different request but I was already writing this one in my head and couldn't stop thinking about it. I didn't include A/B/O dynamic or sex toys this time just 'cause that's what my brain was telling me to do. Also nothing explicitly mentioning the reader being Pakistani but nothing disputing it either! AND I ADDED DADDY KINK. OKAY SORRY I'M DONE NOW. ENJOY.

Price x Ghost x FTM!Reader ↪ 2511 words — 18+ / SMUT & ANGST.

Content tags — trans male submissive reader, cis male dominant Price, cis male dominant Ghost, implied that Ghost is submissive to Price, fem terms used to describe trans male reader's genitalia, referenced/implied character death, ghost x price, subspace, unsafe sex, crying, daddy kink, mild overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial, established relationship, penetrative sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, fingering, analingus, and double penetration. 

You’d watched the building fucking explode.

Cover of night, lights off sort of deal, just high enough where no one would hear the roar of your jets. There was a rudimentary airstrip about three klicks from the warehouse where the boys were to rendezvous for extraction once the place was cleared. In the meantime, you had thermal scanning the building, picking up the faint traces of heat inside, radioing back and forth with the ground team to give them heads up on the possible targets within. 

One second Ghost’s halfway through a sentence and the next your comms are filled with nothing but static. Something rocks against your jet, the force of it shaking your flight pattern—every meter hitting zero and every instrument light going dark before all suddenly sputtering back to life, lighting up like Christmas. Minor EMP blast.

You look down at your thermal wide-eyed just as a flower of red blossoms at the center of the warehouse before flourishing through the entire screen, body heat indistinguishable from the screaming orange flames you now see engulfing the building. 

You press your communicator.

“Ghost, how copy?”

Static.

“Lieutenant? Captain? Do you copy?”

Static.

“Anyone—” your voice cracks and you swallow, head filled with so much noise your thoughts go quiet.

The missile-lock sensor begins screaming, a sharp intake of breath filling your lungs as you slam your accelerator, barrel rolling to the side before pulling up hard enough to make your head spin as the missile whistles past.

You pull back, letting the plane arch before nose diving, jets sputtering and choking off as you take one more careful look at the raging fire, and with a muttered curse and the sound of the missile-lock sensor, you pull up—near skimming the tree line as you take off towards the base, jet flame catching on the dry pine. 

It was times like these that you were no good in a plane.

*

With comms dead around the warehouse you had to get pretty close to base to call for backup. By then, and taking relations into account, Laswell wouldn’t let you assist.

For a second you considered insubordination.

For a second.

You don’t know what state you’d be in if you went and… there was no one to assist. No one to save. Your brain so, so loud you hit the runway hard, the plane bouncing and a sharp reprimand from the tower that you can barely hear over the static in your head, like the EMP scrambled that too.

You shower, and then they make you do paperwork. You take it to the little office you share with Soap—the office that barely sees any use. It takes you two hours to fill out the first page. 

Through the glass and down the hall comes the dull sound of laughter, rich and smokey. It’s Price’s laugh, and for a moment, you pay it no mind, memories foggy and blending at the forefront of your mind.

And then there’s Soap’s laugh, too, and it’s closer, and piercing enough for you to look up at the clear door with big eyes, unbreathing. 

The door clicks open, and in peaks Soap’s big stupid head.

“Knock knock…”

Ghost is the one to reach over his shoulder to push it the rest of the way open. You nearly hop the fucking desk, shouldering hard past Soap to grab Price by the face and slamming your lips against his. Then you turn and throw your arms around Ghost, the man letting out a grunt but picking you an inch off the floor just to hold you tighter.

“What the hell am I? Chop liver?” Soap jokes, jokingly offended and with a big smile on his face. 

Ghost puts you down and you turn on Soap, grabbing his hand to pull him into a quick hug.

“Shut up, I already know you’re explosion proof. These are the two I have to worry about. You fuckers scared me.”

“Aye, well you’re not the only one, Ghost here—”

“Enough,” Ghost barks and Soap shuts up with a smile, leaning in to faux whisper to you.

“Shoulda seen him when we couldn’t find yer plane, thought you went down.”

You see Ghost roll his eyes out of the corner of yours.

“That EMP was shit,” you say, “takes more than that to crash me.”

*

The four of you discuss for a short while, Price’s hand eventually finding yours, interlacing your fingers as you talk. Ghost’s staring at you, taking you in, like he’s committing it all to memory—like he’s worried he’ll forget if he doesn’t. 

Soap agrees to finish up the mission report for you, considering he was actually on the ground when everything went to shit. Usually, Price or Ghost would argue, always trying to keep Johnny away from the paperwork, but Price squeezes your hand and Ghost nods and then the three of you are wordlessly heading down the hall toward the Captain’s room.

You lay on the big bed as the two men take a short shower together, and you can only remember how fucking awkward they look cramped into the small space. A smile tries to weakly tug at your lips, though it quickly drops as your eyes flutter shut in what you can only word as despair. 

You could’ve lost them.

They climb into bed with you, sandwiching you on either side, warm bodies bruised but surprisingly intact considering. Ghost presses to your back, long limbs tangled with yours, Price at your front. They whisper little, meaningless conversation and you monotonously nod along.

You’ve seen them die before, in your dreams. Your nightmares. It’s always in your arms, hot blood seeping wet into your clothes and skin. You get to see the light fade from their eyes, and they tell you they love you with a final rattling breath.

They don’t go in a ball of flame. They aren’t there one second and gone the next, words left unsaid. Not even meaningful ones. 

You could’ve lost them.

“Love,” Price’s voice is gruff, and his calloused hand brushes your cheek, “you’re shaking.”

Ghost is quiet, but you can feel his thumbs rubbing absent circles into your hip bone. You turn your face away, trying to bury it against the pillow. You’re not gonna cry—you don’t want to cry in front of your superiors. It doesn’t matter what they are to you, you won’t do it.

“Risk of the job,” you choke out, “I should know better. I’m fine.”

There’s a long moment of silence.

“It’s….okay. To be afraid,” Ghost finally says, voice low and steady. Slow, like he’s thinking carefully about what he says. It’s not what you expected him to tell you, if anything at all, “it’s a part of the job, it doesn’t mean it shouldn’t, or doesn’t, hurt.”

Price hums in agreement, pinching your chin to turn your face toward him again. The tears streaking your face makes his heart break. He kisses your nose.

“We’re here now. We came back,” Price leans down to capture your lips in his, slow and deep, tongue licking into your mouth as your lips part to the intrusion. Ghost’s pulled his mask up just enough to bare his own, sucking kisses against your neck. Price pulls back, deep blues shining, “I can’t make promises, but we’ll always fight like hell to make it home to you.”

Your skin buzzes, your brain filled with a new kind of static—one safe and belonging. You feel warm, and like you’re attached, melting against the two men sliding their hands over your body. 

Ghost’s left hand snakes up your chest, reaching around to cup your throat, pulling you from Price’s needy lips to his own, kissing you hard and messy, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling. You moan into his mouth, hips rocking forward to rub your aching core against Price’s muscle-corded thigh.

You could’ve lost them.

You grip tight to Price’s flexing bicep as he fingers your cunt open, stretching your hole on his thick fingers. Ghost’s moved down the bed, body awkwardly angled halfway off the mattress just to get at your ass, tongue licking insistently at your puckered hole. You’re so overwhelmed, moans and cries and whimpers falling from your lips unbidden, the both of them working you open for their cocks.

“Our beautiful boy,” Price groans, voice so low and gravelly it makes your insides melt, pussy leaking out a gush of slick that has Price chuckling, “y’like that, huh? ‘Course you do.”

There’s scratch marks on Price’s arm now, welting up angry and red—marks you know he’ll wear proudly. It makes you dizzy, caught between rocking down onto Price’s probing fingers and back onto Simon’s freakishly long tongue.

You can feel the pressure building up in your core, moans coming quicker and quicker. Simon slips two fingers in alongside his tongue, your walls clench tight around Price’s digits, so close to coming when—

The captain pulls his fingers free and you sob out in frustration, hips rocking uselessly to try and find more stimulation, Simon having pulled back to nibble at your cheek as soon as Price had slipped free.

“What the fuck,” you cry. 

Price tsks at you, holding your chin firmly to hold your gaze steadily. His expression is schooled, the only signs of arousal are his blown pupils and the tiniest bit of flush dampening his cheeks. 

“Behave,” he says, voice stern. The tone makes your eyes nearly glaze over, and he can’t help the soft smile that splits his features at the sight. 

“C’mere,” he urges, grabbing your hand to guide it down to his own briefs, his cock half erect and pressing against the fabric, “get me nice and hard, love.”

You whine, fumbling with the hem before pulling his cock free, Price groaning low and deep when you gather your own slick on your fingers to stroke him with. It doesn’t take him long to get fully hard, prick twitching in your grasp. Simon’s still absently stretching your ass, keeping your arousal simmering without pushing you over the edge.

You’re so turned on, begging for them to fuck you, core aching from the lack of stimulation. You consider it a mercy when Price finally guides your hand away and shifts forward, cockhead rubbing delicately over your clit and making you shutter.

He grips his own dick, holding it steady as he teasingly slides it between your slick folds, catching on your hole every now and again to make you whimper. 

You feel Simon shifting back up the bed—feel his hard cock slick with saliva rubbing insistently at the small of your back—can’t help but moan at the thought of him stroking himself while eating you out. 

Price pushes at your hole a bit, your body instinctively tensing as the tip breaches your tight walls.

“Relax,” Simon growls low in your ear, licking at the shell, “gonna be good for your daddy?”

You moan, and Price chuckles.

“Jesus Christ, Si,” he breathes, sounding put out, but you can feel how his cock pulses at the word as it slips deep into your cunt. 

He doesn’t give you time to adjust—knows you don’t need it with how slick you are, how lax your body got at the simple command from Simon. He pumps his hips into you slowly but with considerable force, rocking your body back against Simon’s, who’s holding you tight against his broad chest as he whispers filth into your ear.

“Cunt’s so loud, sweetheart.”

“Bet you feel so good ‘round his cock, huh?”

“He’s so big, isn’t he? Fuck, you sound so good.”

That fire fans bright in your tummy again, sending liquid arousal through your body as you near your orgasm yet again. Your back arches, clenching down tight on Price’s cock, making him growl.

And then he stills his hips, and you want to fucking scream.

“John, please,” you beg, fully crying now.

“What, love?” He teases, leaning down to kiss at the slow forming bruises left behind by Simon, “you have to tell me what you want.”

“Please, please, please,” you whine, the only word able to break through the haziness of your brain. You can feel Simon’s cock against your back still, twitching excitedly at your pleas.

“Hmm,” Si hums thoughtfully, trailing his lips down and across your shoulder, taking a moment to capture Price’s own, a short-lived moment of intimacy between them, “I think he wants his daddy to fill up his lil’ cunt, isn’t that right?”

You keen, nodding, and Price chokes on a groan, his cock pulsing within your walls.

“You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, Simon,” he complains, face flushes red and buried against your shoulder now.

“You’re the one getting off on it,” he replies, like you can’t feel him leak precum against your spine every time he says the word.

“Christ alive…” Price huffs, pulling his face away from you to glare, “are you gonna help me fuck him or not?”

You can feel Simon lean down, a sharp smile pressed against the back of your neck—like a predator's maw at the throat of its prey—as he guides the tip of his cock to your fluttering hole. You squeak and Price smiles.

“Atta boy…”

The words have both you and Simon groaning.

You can feel the both of them snug within your walls, how they rub against each other through your flesh. They can feel it too, the tight fit of your body accentuating each of each other’s movements. 

They fall into a synchronous movement, Price pumping in as Ghost draws out, and so forth, making your head spin with pleasure, denied your orgasm twice now with legs shaking from the desperate need to cum. 

The both of them coo and praise, touching your body all over. You watch with half lidded eyes when Price reaches past you to grip Simon’s ass and force his hips forward, both of the men buried to the hilt inside of you as they make out, tongue and teeth and violence. The sight has you clenching up again, and Price pulls away with a cackle at the feeling, Si doubling down to fuck into your ass hard and fast.

Price’s hips move in sharp contrast to Simon’s movements, slow and steady, his hand squirming down between your bodies to rub at your cocklet with a calloused thumb. You nearly scream as you cum, your body squeezing down tight around the two men’s cocks, milking the both of them.

Price cums first, spend thick and sticky as it dribbles out past his prick and down around your thighs. You can hear him mumble something to Si you don’t quite make out past the fuzz in your ears, and then Simon is choking on a gasp, hips stuttering before burying to the hilt, rutting as he cums as well. 

You could’ve lost them.

But they’re with you now, arms wrapped around you, mixing sweat and cum and tears. You quickly fall asleep, the both of them still snug inside you.

[sweetdreamsjeff]

The poetry that inspired Jeff Buckley

Aimee Ferrier

Sun 1 October 2023 21:15, UK

Voices as incredible as the one belonging to Jeff Buckley don’t come around too often. Unfortunately, after releasing one record, Grace, Buckley, with all his potential, was taken away too soon. At the age of 30, the singer went for a swim from which he never returned, drowning in the Mississippi River.

Yet, his legacy lives on as one of the most influential artists to emerge from the 1990s, and his music is widely celebrated today for its emotional and lyrical complexity. Not only did Buckley possess an otherworldly voice, but he was also an extremely gifted guitar player and writer, with all his talents combining to create a masterful body of work.

Even when Buckley was covering other artists’ songs, such as ‘Lilac Wine’, ‘The Other Woman’ and ‘Hallelujah’, he imbued the pieces with his own distinctive style. Yet, his penchant for covers wasn’t a reflection of an aversion to writing. Buckley knew how to pen a stunningly poetic track, with songs like ‘Lover, You Should’ve Come Over’ and ‘Morning Theft’ suggesting that even if Buckley didn’t have the vocal pipes he was gifted with, he’d get by just fine as a writer.

Buckley took inspiration from many different writers and musicians when writing his own songs. Musically, Buckley looked back to folk artists like Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan and, of course, his own father, Tim Buckley, from whom he was estranged. Elsewhere, he loved the work of Pakistani singer Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, the rich tones of Nina Simone, and Led Zeppelin, calling Robert Plant “my man”.

However, when it came to his literary inspirations, Buckley had an extensive book collection, which he no doubt looked to for ideas when writing his lyrics. He owned a lot of poetry, with Rainer Maria Rilke proving to be a particular favourite. Not only did Buckley own Dunio Elegies, Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties: Translations and Considerations Poems from the Book of Hours, but he also owned his epistolary collection Letters to a Young Poet.

Buckley was also a fan of the classic American poet Walt Whitman, owning Leaves of Grass and From the Soil. Of course, no poetry collection is complete without copies of Arthur Rimbaud’s A Season in Hell and Illuminations, alongside some Charles Baudelaire – Buckley-owned Paris Spleen. The singer also owned the Selected Poems of confessional poet Anne Sexton and modernist writer T.S Eliot.

Check out Buckley’s complete poetry collection below.

The poetry that inspired Jeff Buckley:

Dunio Elegies – Rainer Maria Rilke

Poems from the Book of Hours – Rilke

Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties: Translations and Considerations – Rilke

Leaves of Grass – Walt Whitman

From This Soil – Whitman

The Odyssey – Homer

Early Work, 1970-1979 – Patti Smith

You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense – Charles Bukowski

Selected Poems of Ezra Pound

The Complete Lyrics – Hank Williams

A Haiku Journey: Basho’s Narrow Road to a Far Province – Matsuo Basho

Paris Spleen – Charles Baudelaire

The Captain’s Verses – Pablo Neruda

Selected Poems – T.S. Eliot

A Season in Hell and Illuminations – Arthur Rimbaud

Writing and Drawings – Bob Dylan

Ode to Walt Whitman – Federico Garcia Lorca

New Poems: 1962 – Robert Graves

Fear of Dreaming: The Selected Poems – Jim Carroll

Selected Poems of Anne Sexton – Anne Sexton

Selected Poems – John Shaw Neilson

Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge – Demore Schwartz

The Collected Poems of Frank O’Hara – Frank O’Hara

Poems – Pier Paolo Pasolini

Space: And Other Poems – Eliot Katz

Tim Buckley Lyrics