#new bloods abdu

[nzia-writes]

•{ Our Ends Meet}•

RATED SLUTTY! 18+

Sums: The chieftain of a wakandan village receives a visitor who bears unsettling news. Takes place a day before the Infinity War

Interact please and thank you.

(Pls excuse the spaces below. I’m not sure why it automatically formats that way!)

Okoye

(I am obsessed)

Children are the temples of our Mother Earth. A logic that isn’t vastly accepted, but it is a logic you nurture and follow as tradition. Like Baba Abdu said the moment a child would exit the womb: “The youth are of rich blood, praise them as such.”

“Keep your body straight. Eyes on the middle of the target.” You straighten little Eshile’s posture and readjust the bow and arrow tangled between his small fingers. His comrades shoot their arrows with not much struggle to his right and his left. He is discouraged, nervous even, for his lack of coordination.

“Whatever time is best.” You provide him the space to meditate on his decisions. His arrow trembles and beads of sweat roll down his head as the sweltering summer heat and the pressures of the target weigh in on him. Your eyes are taken off of him but for a second before you see two arrows tear through the target. Bullseye.

Everyone is shocked. You are spilling with merit. “Oh! Son, that was great!”

Eshile gulps largely. “That was not me.”

Everyone turns around. There standing on the back porch with a bow in her possession is General Okoye. She remains positioned, aiming high. What an arrogant entrance. This is not the time nor the place. She knows of the rules and yet she still smiles as the children take their respective bows. Little Eshile is frozen in his spot. Your eyes lower to his pants leg. It is gradually growing darker in color, dampening. He is pissing. Okoye’s face has fallen and she stares in concern. You were sure her intentions were pure but the damage has already been made.

“Session is over, kids. Go rest at the play stations. Cooking class is next, hm?”

“Yes, Nana!” They scamper off.

“Son,” you crouch eye level with Eshile. He is not all there but enough of him is there to be reeled back in. Cradling his face gently, you speak to him with the gentle, kind tone he so deserves in the moment. He is back in seconds, still shooken, but he is back. “Now go to Yumaja. She will help you with your clothing, yes?”

“Y-Yes,” he stutters.

“I love you. Now run along.” He doesn’t pay much mind to the smooch delivered to his cheek.

He catches another look at the concerned warrior lingering on the porch before darting off. You then adjust your spectacles, summoning a holographic screen to swipe across. You hit the disable button and the targets begin to diminish before your eyes.

“Nana,” You mock. “Soon I will wear snow-white hair and trot with swollen feet.” You send over your shoulder as you click on a programmed button to fabricate your activity for the next day. Always act ahead of time.

Okoye speaks from where she stands. “Why is there so much haste to age? Last week you were fifty, today you are sixty. Is old age a kink of yours?”

“Ah, cut it out. No kink shaming,” you joke. “Time moves much too fast. It’s only right that I question where it goes.“

“I assume, your beauty. You look younger every time I see your face in those headlines.” She leans against the back door, looking as commanding, and soft as ever.

None of that. Her flattery will not make you move. You will make her move. You pick up a bow and adjust the leather quiver draped over your shoulder. By the time you step onto the first step of the porch, three arrows are sent flying at Okoye. They land near her fingers. Her eyes widen. “Whaat?! You take joy in attempted murder now?”

Your fingers grip her jaw, moving her toward you. “Don’t ever scare my children again. You owe little Eshile an apology.” You cast a simmering glare before passing into your home with her in tow. She was not meaning to instill fear, she was trying to give the children some motivation, for they were struggling with their aim. “It was already in my mind to apologize the moment I saw his face, my love. I am sorry to you as well.”

“I’m sure you are. Leave your spear outside.”

“Do you seriously think I would be bold enough to bring a spear in your holy home? You would wave sage in my face and chant your tongues.”

“You are still going to be cleansed. You have provoked fear around here. I’m sure the demons are not too far away. Maybe you are one of them. My bald headed demon,” you joke.

“Haha, hilarious,” she waves you off.

As you share light conversation with her down your home’s luxurious halls, explaining new historic additions, you stumble upon the living room. The news cast catches your ear. “The King has not announced when the evacuation will be initiated, but this will be of no ease for Wakanda. Danger is on the horizon brothers and sisters— You power the tv off. The news channel invites envious spirits into the home. There will be none of that.

“Hmm,” you hum. Okoye stands slightly tense. You assume she knows something about this evacuation fiasco. Maybe that is why she chose to show her presence without warning. You are about to find out. Before she can open her mouth, you tell her to keep her explanations to herself, to follow you to the kitchen. She sighs but does as so.

The kitchen smells of citrus and curry spices. A beam of light welcomes itself inside and spreads throughout. “Get over here.” You help Okoye to a seat at the table. You then pour her a cup of warm golden milk. It has been her favorite since the honeymoon days. It surprised you quite a bit. You assumed she would be the flashy wine type but she has never forgotten where she comes from.

“Now, what I saw yesterday, I didn’t expect it to come this soon,” you say.

Okoye perks up. “What did you see?”

“I had a premonition.” You join her at the oak table.

Your intuition is one that has been passed down your lineage, gifted with the eye of the wise. Okoye is always enamored by the accuracy of your predictions. Especially those of her triumphs as one of the Dora.

As she awaits your commentary, she interlocks her fingers with yours.

Soon enough, you speak. “During my meditation at the Temple, I saw it. Fire. War. Death. Anguish. All of it befalling The Golden City”

“My love, that had to take a toll on you? You have taken your bath?”

Premonitions depletes one of their energy. Legend says that the mind alternates between the spiritual realm and the time realm, communicating with spirits of many motives. The ancestors have dipped themselves in the mother lake to cleanse themselves, and you have remained committed to tradition.

“Nevermind that. Is this what you came to tell me?”

“Affirmative.”

“I am not alright then.”

Okoye exhales. “I came to see my lover first. The news comes second.”

“Okoye, what is going on?”

She pauses momentarily. “There is a war. The Avengers say it is assumed to be one of mass destruction. One that can only be fought on resistant land.”

Of course it is another war. War has left Wakanda sick. Hardship after hardship. All rooted in the name of fear.

Your chair creaks as you lean back. “Another land for them to destroy? What is of the Black Panther these days? Fighting amongst the Americans. There is always war with them. Bast help us, we cannot withstand another.”

“We are stronger than you think, my love.”

“Wakanda is precious as much as it is strong. It is no nation to be spared. Our culture. Our fruitful history. Does it not hold meaning to you?!”

Okoye sips gracefully. A moment of silence gathers as she allows you to calm yourself. She keeps her voice low as she speaks once more. “This threat is far too great for pride. I am talking about mass extinction. Half the universe gone with a snap of fingers. My love, If this man, this thanos, retrieves what he so seeks, I may never see you again. You may never see me again. Eshile too.”

Your grip on her hand tightens. A life without those that you love? That is a life stripped from meaning. That is suffering. “I see.” You take deep anxious breaths. “I apologize I was just—“

“Concerned, I know.” Okoye is by your side now. “And that is okay. We will be okay.” Her embrace is warm. It catapults you to a state of mind that has less fear and more love. Your muscles ease with it, eyes sliding shut.

“You are shaking like Bambi,” she snickers, kissing your cheek.

You smack her arms. “Well my heart has dropped out of my ass! What do you expect when you tell me I may cease to exist in hours’ time!”

“Mmm. I expect you to stand on your two feet—to raise your chin up high and come with me so we can cherish the time that may count as our last. This is not our first rodeo.”

“That was different. If it is not seeing the ones I love again…well…I am not a warrior.

“A warrior is great for not only their skill in combat, but for their desire to keep fighting. You have so much fight in you. Do not think otherwise.”

“Sweet words that I will not believe. I ran from a wasp the other day and did more damage to my hair than those aunties at the ceremonial reunions.”

Okoye laughs aloud.

“Why do you not mourn the possibility of Wakanda’s end, my love?” You run a thumb across her cheek.

“When you risk your life day after day, the end is all you think about.”

“That is suffering.”

“Not when you have made peace with it.”

You let that marinate. It is disheartening as much as it is honorable. “How long before evacuation?”

“We start by morning. Not much time.”

“We have worked with less. Pack your things. We will head to our ritual sight after I give the children my farewells. They have been retiring early as of late.” You stand from the chair and Okoye stands with you.

“We can bake these nasty curry patties of yours and bring them along as well.”

You point an accusing finger at her. “You only call them nasty because you secretly love them.”

“I do,” she snags a piece from the pile of previously made patties. A squeal fills the room as the flavor hits her from all angles. So giddy for food that is ‘nasty.’ “This one needs a little lemon.” She hoards the cupboards in search of your kettle of sun-dried lemons.

You scoff. “Whatever. I will be back.” Once outside in the beaming heat of Birnin Azzaria, you slide between busy bodies as they tote vases and market food, sandals kicking up red dust. The odds are forever stacked against you.

~¥~

The temple of Azzaria stands atop a forested mountain, foreseeing the Burnin Azzaria. The sky has eased over and glows a rebellious orange. So soft and delicate on the skin. So pungent you can taste the earthy aromas on your tongue. Colored dots paint your face and Okoye’s. Beadwork is splayed across your chests. And your locs are freed from your turban.

During this time of the day, the sun meets the waters and the gods bestow enchantment, thus bringing a rise to sexual prowess. And well…you and Okoye have chosen to harvest it.

“That’s it, sthandwa. Let it slide down your throat,” Okoye husks.

Your bodies are bare to the brisk winds and the call of Mother Earth. Ritual candles encircle your united bodies, smoke slithering from the wicks, bringing forth The Wakening; in which the soul has been freed. Yours has soared, clutching and melding with Okoye’s as you share your body. You feel a pull in the chest. Toe curling pleasure. Precious moans.

Okoye has her feet planted on either side of your face, heatedly swirling her hips, riding until she should see her ending. You provide a balance of dominance by gripping her ass to guide her up and down your long pink tongue while allowing her freedom to grind on her own. Your groans travel to her toes as you work overtime to consume and consume, to allow your bodies this energetic exchange.

“Yes,” she pants. “Yes, yes, yesss.” Her toned stomach flexes as she sputters and grinds faster. Her vulva blooms like tulips in the peak of spring. Glistens like sticky nectar were smeared on it, sweetening and hydrating your slackened jaws to the likes of heaven. You spit and suck on her pretty folds, savoring all of her. Goodness. Stars are what she sees behind her eyelids and euphoria is what she feels recoiling in her abdomen.

“Oh my….you are being so good for me, so good.”

An orgasmic pressure orbs down south. You both know it’s coming, so it is only fair to usher it in faster. You flick and suck her clit rapidly, pussy juice sprinkling upon its home. She gasps aloud, “Too much. Fuck.” Then she pauses and slightly raises from your mouth.

“You are running now? What did I tell you about that, hm?” You send a mean smack to her ass.

“Wait. Just wait.” Her fingers inch down to spread plump lips, cocoa-brown folds glistening beneath the kiss of the sun. “Mmmh,” she sucks in her bottom lip as she slides her fingers inside, pumping slowly, juices rolling down her thighs in beads. She does it for your pleasure and her own. This may be the last time your divine connection will be explored. It is best to make it last.

“Let me taste, my love. I need you.”

“You will have me,” she whispers. She then slides her creamy coated fingers against your elongated tongue. You suck her off nastily, tasting the sweet musky flavor of her depths. She has always tasted the best, and has always given it the best. You will never leave. Ever.

You chase her fingers as she retracts and she cannot help but chuckle. “You are something else.”

But she loves it beyond saying.

She slides them in her own mouth next, moaning as it melts on her tongue. Then she’s back to putting that pussy all in your mouth. This time she leans back at an angle for an easier ride. It pays off beautifully. You devour her whole until her thighs vibrate into silk. She holds your head still and grinds desperately, walls pulsing to the beat of hollow drums. “Uhhnn. I’m…I’m…mmmh.”

She finishes off, letting her rivers gush in your mouth. Unable to contain the overwhelming shocks, she crawls off the length of your face and melts into empty space next to you. Her sheen chest heaves and her hand becomes trapped between her clenched thighs. Face crinkled in euphoria. Spine arched. Singing cries of fulfillment. You aren’t sure she’s met herself until she relaxes her legs and opens her eyes.

“Who told you to do that to me?”

“You ask? I will deliver.” You lean in, kissing her slow and deep. She flicks your tongue with her own and you both fall victim to a game of rolling your tongues around. Saliva and ripe juices are swapped, moans and giggles becoming the only sound left of the sexual escapades. Final pecks are given as she pulls away. Her angelic gaze penetrates yours.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you and everything there is to know about you. I still have much to discover in this complex mind of yours. So much.”

“You will.”

A moment of stillness grasps your heartstrings. There is the possibility of everything ending. But there is also the possibility of everything continuing. Be that as it may, the universe and the world will march on in this timeline. There is still so much to experience with what remains.

You and Okoye agree on tending to the platters of food on the gigantic plush. You first blow out the ritual candles and cover yourselves in thin woolen blankets. You end up seated across her lap, feasting your eyes on the brilliant city lights as they sprawl across the skyline. The Maglev levitation train and the hover cars glide in the dim sky soundlessly. The moon has now risen on its feet. The spirits with it.

“Your coconut rice and prime rib reminds me of Nomble,” she chews the meal before her.

“I have the touch of the garden god then, yes?”

“I guess,” she gives her infamous side-eye. “I believe you would be a great addition to the Training Facility’s chef crew. On our days of battle, we have these humongous feasts. It is happening right now as we speak.”

You swallow the savory meal that is your vegetable medley and seasoned soy. “Well there is no need for the feast when you have it right here.”

“With the woman I love,” she pecks your lips, sweet as can be.

“Here. I want you to keep this.” You remove your beaded adornment from your neck and carefully attach it to Okoye’s. A piece of you is what she will carry with her in battle to remind her that she serves, not in vain, but in purpose and honor.

Doing it all for love.

“Fight well tomorrow, do you hear me? Help save this universe.”

Okoye chuckles. Your love is one she will always remember, no matter what fate she will meet by morning. “Is there anyone in Wakanda of any match to me combat-wise? If not the Black Panther?”

“Me.”

“Craziest thing I’ve heard since Aneka last told me she manhandled Ayo.”

“What?!”

“I’m telling you, the girl has some nerve.”

“Mmmh. Well I know you have yet to manhandle me.”

That was a bold lie. A bold bold bold lie. But lies are fun to tell. And if this is the last lie you tell, might as well go out with a banger.

“Is that a challenge, my love?”

“Whatever you are going to give, I want it.” You shrug off her lap to rest your plate on the side.

Okoye will not let that challenge fly. She sets her dish to the side and brings you in by the throat. You both fall back in giggles. Maybe fall into another round of love-making? Maybe sit beneath the belts of stars to chat and share your life’s aspirations one hundred times over? Whichever may fit the moment, there will be a well-known shared love. What comes with this shared love is the feeling, the utter appreciation, that death is not the end.

End note: I like to write sex. That is the sentence of the day. 😁

[grapesodadog]

More Ivan art! Him at the meteor shower in monster camp with the new blood player characters!

I personally love him with Abdu.

[truthandlove]

Gospel of the Image - 3rd Commentary

2/18/2023

Jesus came as the "Son of Man" to save humans - those made in God's own image. God is loving HIMSELF in us . God is restoring HIS IMAGE in us.

All those genealogies in the Bible are there to show you and unbroken chain of HUMAN genetics, free from Nephilim corruption or Serpent Seed (like the Edomite pharisees, the "blood lickers" that Jesus called Reptilians). He came as fully human, and his pure human DNA was not here to win a beauty pageant; it was here to show a whole and alive faith/love connection to Father God.

With his untainted DNA, Jesus could do what Adam could originally do - see God and hear God clearly. Jesus shows us what true love looks like. What real faith looks like. What God's instructions (the Torah) looks like lived out.

We need the life, the identity, the total Restoration of Humanity IN GOD"S OWN IMAGE that only Jesus had to offer us. His lifeblood got OUT of his body at the crucifixion and into us by faith. The entire New Testament Scriptures unpacks/explains this and what it means to our life, to our relationships, to our destiny and purpose.

But essentially, we can now to (saved, restored, enlivened, connected to Father God IN Christ Jesus) what we could never do before:

have the power to BE good, not just try to be moral

have the power to REALLY love like God loves

to be unselfish and also unafraid of physical death

The list goes on and on. But we are radically transformed - from death to life, from slaves inside the Kingdom of Darkness, under condemnation, to beloved Sons/Daughters of God, in fellowship and free from condemnation.

Only a "spotless lamb" qualifies as a sin atonement (our propitiation, taking away the sin condemnation that was against us in our corruption). We are now a "new creation" in Christ Jesus, made alive in literally God's own life!

Satan (originally titled lucifer) HATES this, that we, we mere humans, are given the IMAGE OF GOD - something far above what he, the originally highest angel and closest to the Glory of God, was not given - though lucifer was stronger/smarter, etc..

God was GRACIOUS to us, for he sees his reflection, His image IN us. God created us to be LIKE himself - extensions of His heart, his character, His perspective, He will - being lived out all over the universe.

We are unlike and HIGHER than the mighty angels. This drove Lucifer insane with envy. He sought the genetic corruption of the Image of God in the Garden of Eden. His attack, our fall, was at the CORE of who we are. he did the MOST DAMAGE he could possible do. SO DEEP was this damage that it required the crucifixion of God's own beloved Son to restore us.

It is IN CHRIST that we are alive. That we have power over bad habits, spiritual oppression, over demons and fallen angels, etc. We are to BRING the victory of Jesus over ALL evil into this 3D world, loving everyone we meet with the actual, the literal LOVE OF GOD.

Jesus changed his perfection (unselfish loving heart, God's nature, perfect genetics / blood) for our lostness, rebellion, distortion, corruption, sin nature.

Please research every place the New Testament says "in Christ" so you can have a fresh revelation of how important, how transformative this is. This changes everything.

Once you understand this "Gospel of the Image" as I like to call it. The fuller and more Biblical RESTORATION that God was accomplishing for us and as us in Christ Jesus, now you can understand…

Why the fellen - the fallen angels, the nephilim (part human), and the "aliens" are always TRYING TO GET A PIECE OF US - a piece of actual humanity. They crave our DNA to add/augment/boost/hybridize with themselves. They know this is an IMPROVEMENT, for our DNA is superior in every way. THEY KNOW where the actual highest value lies. They want to get the benefits of being AS CLOSE TO God as possible, but without being in God's actual condemning presence to them as rebels and fallen. Countless testimonies attest in "alien abductions" that sperm, eggs, body tissues is TAKEN from their victims. They NEED OUR DNA. Evil needs a piece of us, in every sense of the word!

We are superior. Not in IQ but in the IMAGE OF GOD - something the church has not done a good job communicating! We can COMMUNE with God. We were MADE for that. We were intended to operate in the POWER of God, int he AUTHORITY of the Most High God. This is BEYOND what even the most Amazing Miughty Angel can be.

We are here in this world that is fallen, with lots of abuse and testing. But we are here to GROW IN GRACE. We are here to OVERCOME. We are here to BE MORE AND MORE LIKE JESUS. We are here to love as God loves - and God loves HEROICALLY. We are here to carry out Kingdom of God assignments. We are here to put hands and feet to the will of God. We see, in this Gospel of the Image, how DEARLY God values us, values RESTORING US. We are here to be a FORCE OF DIVINE RESTORATION - this is God alive in and THROUGH us by the power of the Holy Spirit!

The holy angels are glorious messengers, fierce warriors. But we are SONS AND DAUGHTERS. Like the president of the USA has highly tained secret service agents around him. but the KIDS of the President, can pass through them and sit in their dad's LAP. Like THAT. This is what lucifer HATES and seeks to destroy.

For although the angelic rebellion happened before God created humans in His own image. We AS THE IMAGE OF GOD in this universe are here to restore, not just our own situation, but the ENTIRE UNIVERSE that was tainted by Adam's sin AND by the Angelic rebellion. We are to be TIKKUN - the restoration of all thigns. God in us. Us in Christ. God through Us. (See John 17)

We are thus AMBASSADORS, SONS/DAUGHTERS and also thus INTIMATE ALLIES with the Most High in ways that surpass the capacity of the amazing and fearsome angels.

Satan understood this and HATES US for that! He is on a mission to destroy our DNA, to devour our soul, to replace us, to mock and abuse us. But we are here to ULTIMATELY JUDGE SATAN (and Satan's angel minions) with the Judgement of Jesus Christ - the KING OF KINGS.

[flamethrowerfim]

Flame's Custom Monster Prom Series Outfits!

(Oh hey first post cool) Over the past year or so, I came up with the idea to give the Player Characters of Monster Prom and Monster Camp (The New Blood DLC) a new outfit, much like their Romance Option / Simp Target counterparts. From oldest to newest: Rancher Sawyer Mechanic Susanne Fallen Survivor Brian Detective Oz Mad Scientist Vicky Biker Amira Surfer Abdu Noodles of the Opera Enjoy :)

[askundeadbluelesbians]

SO I got three questions since I miss yall

For the mods, what are some of the steps of doing a blog like this? I mean like do you guys have scripts or a schedule or..? I'm lowkey jealous cause I wanna do a blog but dont know how to do it

Do any of the girls do each other's hair and make-up? Maybe wardrobe? I see Isis having the BEST fashion tips

What were Sawyer's and everyone else's reaction with Isis being in a relationship? (By this I mean the people who would most likely be friends with Isis like Abdu and Sawyer and them and Jun-Seo and them)

Okay! How do we get a blog like this together?

Ideally, you'd want to be able to do both the script and the artwork, but I lack the skill and the equipment.

If you need to outsource your art, make sure you and your artist come up with a payment plan.

I actually have payments scheduled to my artist, because they deserve to be compensated for their work, even if this is something I am ultimately doing for fun. Would I like to be able to be paid for this, though? Yeah.

I do script out all of my asks, but I don't necessarily answer them in the order in which they are received. Some, I do, but if I see one that can serve a narrative impact, I'll wait until then.

Going even further, since I'm doing these in phases, I've essentially given each phase a theme. And I do have arcs planned for future phases.

As for the other two questions: Isis is the stylist of the group, and actually picked out everyone's, "Coven," garb. She's particularly close to Jun-Seo, Riona, and Abby. I've had the Kickstarter Crew be two years ahead of the PC Core, and the New Blood PCs two years behind them. So by the end of Phase Four, all of them should have graduated from Spooky High.

As for relationships: here's your answer!

[eretzyisrael]

Ha’aretz is an Enemy of the Jewish People

Ha’aretz is more than just a left-leaning newspaper.

It is an enemy of the state, and in fact, an enemy of the Jewish people, whose future depends on the state.

Today, when Israel and Jews are under attack throughout the world, when international organizations have been turned into lie factories targeting Israel, when the Jewish State is accused of the very crimes – terrorism, murder, apartheid, genocide – that her enemies are either guilty of or aspire to, an Israeli newspaper, owned and operated by Jews, is a primary propaganda organ of those enemies.

Every day, the paper – which publishes both a Hebrew print edition that few Israelis read, and an English internet edition that is read around the world by decision-makers in governments and businesses – pumps out its vileness. Every day its writers present a slanted version of events in which Israel and Israelis are oppressors, occupiers, murderers, racists, thieves, and liars.

By virtue of its Israeli origin, this Stürmer gains credibility. Perhaps you don’t believe everything you read on Aljazeera’s website, but this is an Israelinewspaper; indeed, it’s been called the NY Times of Israel, the paper of record.

Today there is a typical example. In an editorial, they excoriate the Yamam, the Israel Police counterterrorism unit, accusing it of committing a “cold-blooded execution” of a man named Ahmed Abdu. They call it “Israel’s own death squad,” equating it with the ones operated by South American dictators.

Their accusation is based on a security camera video: it shows someone in a car getting shot. That is all it shows. But let me quote the Ha’aretz editorial:

The footage and neighbors’ testimonies leave no room for doubt: Ahmad Abdu, 25, of the Amari refugee camp returned from a night out with friends. They dropped him off at his car. He entered the vehicle and started it, then a SWAT team emerged in a civilian car, blocking his way. Three Yamam police officers got out and shot at Abdu point-blank as he sat in his car. They then dragged him out, apparently to make sure he was dead, left him on the road and quickly left the scene.

The response by Border Police spokesman Tamir Faro to the incident is no less shocking and outrageous: He ignored the evidence in front of him and sufficed with the claim that the shooting was done “according to the rules of engagement.” In other words, the execution of an unarmed man in his car, while he’s not endangering or threatening a soul, in a deserted street doesn’t breach Yamam’s rules of engagement. Are we to deduce from this that this special unit is licensed to kill?

I can tell you exactly what it is possible to deduce from Tamir Faro’s statement, because I am personally acquainted with officers who serve in the Yamam, which is possibly the most competent police unit of its kind in the world, and their rules of engagement have been explained to me. I deduce that Abdu was not an unarmed man, because had he been unarmed, he would not have been shot.

It is true that the Yamam was charged to do targeted killings during the Second Intifada. They have not had such an assignment since then, and in any event, Ahmad Abdu was not important enough to be the subject of one. Recently the Yamam has arrested some perpetrators of high-profile murders, like the killer of Esther Horgan, and (unfortunately, in my opinion) they were taken into custody unharmed. Abdu was wanted for questioning regarding a non-fatal shooting at a demonstration.

The explanation of why he was shot is found in the rules of engagement, which permit the officers to shoot if the suspect reaches for a weapon, points it at them, or opens fire on them. And this is undoubtedly what happened.

What is the “evidence” that Tamir Faro supposedly ignored? Is it in the video in which Abdu is not even visible until after he is shot? Is it in the statements of family members interviewed by Ha’aretz? The answer is that Ha’aretz has no evidence. Only those who were on the scene know whether Abdu was armed.

These are not rookie policemen who might have panicked. They are professionals who arrest dangerous terrorists night after night, and show great restraint, even when they are arresting someone who they know is drenched in Jewish blood. Why would they suddenly decide to “execute” a small-time terrorist?

The editorial is based on an article over the weekend by Gideon Levy, a specialist in blackening the name of Israel, the IDF, and the Israel Police. It was based on information provided by B’Tselem, an extreme left-wing Israeli NGO dedicated to documenting “Israel’s regime of apartheid and occupation.” For this purpose, it receives more than US $3 million a year from the EU, various European governments, the Ford Foundation, the New Israel Fund, the UN, and more.

Amos Schocken, the publisher of Ha’aretz is Israel’s modern day version of Julius Streicher, who incited anti-Jewish hate in the Nazi newspaper Der Stürmer. Streicher was hanged for his crimes, but Schocken and his hatchet man Levy are careful to stay within legal boundaries, so they will probably not even be punished with a lawsuit.

Abu Yehuda

[ottomanladies]

Kosem was a very controversial Sultana. What was her real character?? I couldn't find that what was her position during Murad IV's reign?? Some said that she introduced men to Murad so that he isn't influenced by ladies and wives. Is it true?? What was her role in Ibrahim's reign?? How exactly was she greedy for power from capturing Ibrahim and Mehmed's reign that Turhan became her enemy?? Did her greed ended her life?? or it was a political war that chose one?

Was she particularly controversial though? Kösem was appreciated by her contemporaries. Venetian ambassadors all described her quite positively, even when she was just a consort. What is always highlighted, I have noticed, is her prudence and wisdom:

Contarini noted, however, that Kosem "restrains herself with great wisdom from speaking [to the sultan too frequently of serious matters and affairs of state." Her circumspection was probably aimed at avoiding the displeasure of the sultan, who was determined to avoid giving the appearance of being dominated by a woman, as his father had been. — Leslie P. Peirce. The Imperial Harem: Women and Sovereignty in the Ottoman Empire

"[A]ll power and authority [is with] the mother, a woman completely different from that of Sultan Mustafa. in the prime of life and of lofty mind and spirit, [who] often took part in the government during the reign of her husband. — Leslie P. Peirce. The Imperial Harem: Women and Sovereignty in the Ottoman Empire

But because under the rule of [Kösem's sons] the major events of the Ottoman House happened, in which she knew how to preserve herself with esteem and honour, it must be said that she is a woman of good conduct, who knows very well how to join her private pleasures with public labour. — Le relazioni degli Stati europei lette al Senato dagli ambasciatori veneti nel secolo decimosettimo, raccolte ed annotate da Nicolò Barozzi e Guglielmo Berchet

This lady is Greek, around forty-five of age at present, of beautiful appearance and very noble features, of gentle nature, she delights in pleasure and solace, she is virtuous, wise, prudent, splendid and generous — Luigi Firpo, Relazioni di ambasciatori veneti al Senato: Constantinopoli relazioni inedite (1512-1789)

This is how Özlem Kumrular describes her in her book Kösem Sultan: iktidar, hırs, entrika

A resolute woman who managed to survive half a century in the Ottoman capital and who left her name on the pages of history. Described by various epithets: Sultana Kösem, tyrant, regent, intelligent, patient, capable of fighting for power at any cost. Also a woman who knows when to wait and when to act. Guided by reason, not temporary moods, able to open any door. She is a white-headed woman, whom history does not adore as an extraordinary beauty, but that remembers her for her charm, and above all her intelligence and cleverness. [...] In European sources, she is one of the women who gained immortality due to her image as regina (queen) and regina madre (queen mother). It was Kösem Sultan, also called imperatorice (empress), who tried to protect the state from collapse in the most turbulent period of Ottoman rule. At the same time, in the name of power, of this specific relationship that links the institution of the state with her own love, she sacrificed her own sons, her own blood. [...] Moreover, Kösem strengthened a state whose near collapse had already been talked about, even though it seemed far away to most in this turbulent period.

I don't understand what you mean by position in Murad IV's reign. She was first regent of the sultanate and then just valide sultan. After she left the regency, Venetian ambassador Alvise Contarini said that:

In the time I was in Istanbul [1636-1640], she only aimed to curb her son Sultan Murad's violent temperament. 

On Ibrahim's accession:

In the present government, to the extent that this son's capabilities are less, she is held in greater esteem [than at the end of Murad's reign]. And thus, with her commanding affairs within the palace and the grand vezir [commanding] those outside, it happens quite often that these two rulers conic up against each other and in doing so take offense at each other, so that one can say that in appearance they are in accord but secretly each is trying to bring about the downfall of the other. (translation by Leslie Peirce)

I have already talked about this but that she supplied boys to Murad IV to keep him from getting influential consorts is a myth that has somehow entered Ottoman historiography. Murad IV had - according to Evliya Celebi - 32 children so he certainly had consorts. That they weren't influential is because of Kösem's overbearing presence as regent first and valide sultan after.

Again, I have talked about this countless times: she did not steal Turhan's position during Mehmed IV's reign and during Ibrahim's people were almost relieved that she was again ruling behind the scenes because Ibrahim was not good at ruling. On Ibrahim's deposition, Kösem was offered the regency because Turhan was too young:

According to Karaçele-bizade Abdu laziz Efendi, then the chief justice of Rumeli and a central figure in the dynastic upheavals of the time, it was considered prudent to appoint the more experienced woman regent in contravention of tradition: It being an ancient custom that upon the accession of a new sultan the mother of the previous sultan remove to the Old Palace and thus give up her honored office, the elder valide requested permission to retire to a life of seclusion. But because the loving mother of the [new] sultan was still young and truly ignorant of the state of the world, it was thought that it she were in control of government, there would result the possibility of harm to the welfare of the state. Therefore the elder valide was reappointed for a while longer to the duty of training and guardianship, and it was considered appropriate to renew the assignment of crown lands to the valide sultan. — Leslie P. Peirce. The Imperial Harem: Women and Sovereignty in the Ottoman Empire

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Spider-Woman was born Jessica Miriam Drew, daughter of Jonathan Drew and Merriam Drew, in London, England. At a young age, her family moves to a lab built by her father and Herbert Wyndham near Mount Wundagore in Transia, where she becomes gravely ill from months of uranium exposure. To save her life, her father injects her with an experimental serum based on irradiated spiders' blood. Because the serum requires a month's incubation, Wyndham places her in a genetic accelerator. Shortly after, her mother dies and her father leaves for the United States, leaving Wyndham to care of her.[25] While in the accelerator, she ages at a decelerated rate. When she is finally released, decades later, Drew is only 17 years old.

Drew is ostracized by the other residents of Mount Wundagore, the High Evolutionary's New Men, since she was originally human while they were animals. Because of this, she eventually leaves to seek human civilization. She is captured by a HYDRA reserve unit under Count Otto Vermis's leadership who erases her memories, brainwashes her, and recruits her as a HYDRA agent under the codename Arachne.[25] One of HYDRA's top agents, Jared, is assigned to train her in combat and espionage and to seduce her. Once Jessica has become his lover, he allows himself to be captured by S.H.I.E.L.D. so that she can be goaded into assassinating S.H.I.E.L.D. commander Nick Fury.[26]

While battling Fury, Jessica accidentally kills Jared and learns HYDRA's true nature. She quits HYDRA and assaults the unit's base, sending Count Vermis into a fatal crash, but not before he unlocks memory implants that she was actually an evolved spider and had killed a man before her association with HYDRA.[26] Despondent from these revelations, she wanders the woods where Vermis crashed until being recaptured and hypnotized by HYDRA.[27]

Spider-Woman: OriginEdit

Origin does away with the spider-blood serum and genetic accelerator elements of the character's previous origin story. Instead, Jessica's powers derive from her mother's womb being hit by a laser beam containing the DNA traits of several different species of spiders while she was carrying Jessica (the Drews were trying to splice and harness spiders' environmental adaptive capabilities to graft them into the human genome).[28][29]

After Jessica's parents disappear under mysterious circumstances, Jessica is recruited into HYDRA (under false pretenses), where she is made into a formidable fighter and assassin. She is trained and mentored by Taskmaster, who trains her in many martial disciplines and more than seven different fighting styles out of his own "arsenal".[30]

In this re-telling, Otto Vermis, originally recruiting her into HYDRA, is rather an old, retired HYDRA agent whom Jessica seduces to gain information that will lead her to her mother.[31]

In addition, Origin made the following modifications:

Merriam Drew was now Miriam Drew.[28]

The Drews moved to Wundagore Mountain prior to Jessica's conception, establishing without a doubt that she was born on the European landmark. Afterwards, she was raised by her nanny Bova (human in appearance), as well as her mother.[28]

Jessica's father, Jonathan, never found uranium on their land. Instead, their research was funded by HYDRA, and their direct liaison/financier from the group was General Wyndham. It is not clear what connection, if any, he had with Edgar Wyndham (who, in the original Spider-Woman books, was Jonathan's best friend and research partner), nor with the High Evolutionary.[28]

Jessica's father worked in large part with Miles Warren who later left the project because he felt that there was more potential in experimenting with the cloning of human cells.[28]

Spider-WomanEdit

Going by the "Spider-Woman" name, Jessica Drew is ordered to abduct Alicia Masters vacationing in London. During the resultant conflict with Ben Grimm, she recovers from her brainwashing and joins him in saving Masters.[32] She and Grimm then encounter Modred the Mystic, who removes HYDRA's memory implants and restores her memories.[33]

Jessica moves into an apartment in London, but finds it impossible to get a job due to her complete lack of background and her tendency to inspire dislike and even fear in other people. Following an aborted break-in, she is unmasked by Scotland Yard officer (and S.H.I.E.L.D. agent) Jerry Hunt, who becomes obsessed with her.[25] During this troubled time, she is approached by the mysterious sorcerer Magnus, who offers help. After defending him from Excaliber, who was sent by Morgan Le Fay to recover the Darkhold, he suggests that she relocate with him to Los Angeles.[34] Magnus tutors her in the ways of civilization and informs her that her father was murdered, leading her on a hunt for his killer.[35] She is distracted from this hunt when Morgan Le Fey's ghost again seeks the Darkhold, this time in person. During the battle, Hunt catches up with Jessica and they begin a romantic relationship.[36] With his help, she identifies her father's murderer who dies immediately after confessing.[37]

For the time, Jessica chooses to keep her doings as Spider-Woman a secret. Her relationship with Hunt sours, and following a final battle with the Brothers Grimm, he and Magnus part ways with her.[38] For the next three months, she makes a hand-to-mouth living by working as a receptionist at the Hatros Institute while undergoing group therapy there. Though she ultimately loses the position due to a change in management, during her time there she received medication to suppress her pheromones so that she could exist among other people without producing any unwanted side-effects. Jessica formed a strong friendship with fellow patient and aspiring actress Lindsay McCabe and developed acquaintances with several other superheroes.[39]

The next few months of Jessica's life are not covered by published stories. During this time, she goes public as Spider-Woman, becomes a bounty hunter working in partnership with paraplegic criminologist Scotty McDowell, acquires a full wardrobe of disguises for use in her work, and finds a police liaison in Captain Walsh.[40] This situation lasts for several months. When her working relationship with Scotty fails, Jessica accepts an offer from Lindsay to move into an apartment with her in San Francisco,[41] where she begins a romantic relationship with their landlord David Ishima,[42] and sets up a practice as a licensed private investigator.[43] Her move there allows Lindsay to deduce her secret identity; she is unbothered by the danger involved in being Spider-Woman's friend, and the shared secret deepens the friendship between them.[44]

While working as a P.I., Jessica battles Morgan once again.[45] Not long after that, she gives up her immunity powers to save Giant-Man.[46] Her relationship with David Ishima develops to the point where she reveals her Spider-Woman identity to him, only to have him break up with her because he wants to be with an ordinary woman.[47]

Jessica travels in astral form with Magnus to Sixth Century England to free her friends' souls in a showdown with Morgan le Fey in the 6th century. She manages to vanquish Morgan, but her human body dies while her spirit was gone.[48] At her request, Magnus places a spell over humanity to remove all memory of Jessica's existence. This spell is faulty; when Tigra and the Shroud discover Jessica's dead body, they contact the Avengers and Doctor Strange. The Avengers and Strange travel to the astral plane to battle Morgan Le Fay, who was trying to claim Jessica's body so she could return to the physical realm. Eventually, Doctor Strange and Magnus reunite Jessica's spirit with her human body, though Magnus's life and Jessica's powers are sacrificed to do so. She thus abandons her Spider-Woman identity[49] and continues her life as a private investigator in San Francisco, assisted by Lindsay McCabe and, for a time, by Tigra.[50]

Jessica and Lindsay take a job delivering the Black Blade to Japan, but while passing through Madripoor, she is enchanted by the blade. By this time, her superhuman strength and agility, and ability to cling to walls have returned. She is freed from the blade's power by Lindsay and an underworld figure called Patch,[51] whom she immediately recognizes as the X-Man Wolverine.[52] Following the incident, she and Lindsay set up new business lodgings in Madripoor, with Patch as a frequent ally and information source.[53]

Jessica Drew's life settles down until Charlotte Witter, a villainess going by the Spider-Woman name, steals her powers and leaves her near death.[54] Jessica is taken from the hospital to New York City by Madame Web who directs her and Mattie Franklin (yet another woman who has assumed the Spider-Woman name) to track down Witter. Under Madame Web's guidance, Franklin absorbs from Witter the powers of all four Spider-Women.[55] Afterwards, Jessica remains with Madame Web for a time, helping her to watch over Mattie.[56] Jessica's powers gradually return to her during this time,[57] but are now unreliable, failing her unexpectedly on occasion.[58]

For untold reasons, Jessica moves back to San Francisco, resuming her private investigator practice there.[59] When she hears that Mattie Franklin has gone missing, she goes to New York to find her. With the help of local P.I. Jessica Jones, she rescues Mattie from a drug dealer who had abducted her and was cannibalizing her tissue to make the Mutant Growth Hormone.[60]

Secret InvasionEdit

One day, a HYDRA agent known as Connely offers her powers back if she would rejoin S.H.I.E.L.D. as a double agent.[61] Knowing Connely would kill her if she says no, Jessica Drew contacts Nick Fury who confronts her securely and urges her to accept the offer. He tells Jessica that he will feed her limited info until S.H.I.E.L.D. can analyze the HYDRA cell and then use the info to take it down.[62] The HYDRA cell is in fact a team of Skrulls who made the offer as a trap to abduct Drew, so that their current Queen Veranke could take her place in the New Avengers and assume her role as Fury's spy in preparation for the upcoming invasion.[63]

After the invasion is repulsed, Tony Stark finds a Skrull ship in orbit with all the replaced heroes, including Drew.[64]

Avenger and agent of S.W.O.R.D.Edit

Jessica Drew joins the New Avengers, claiming she has nowhere else to go.[65] She also joins the Lady Liberators along with the Invisible Woman, Storm, Valkyrie, Thundra, Tigra, Black Widow, She-Hulk and Hellcat who are trying to discover the identity of the Red Hulk.[66] Alongside her work with the Avengers, Jessica Drew joins S.W.O.R.D., under an invitation by Abigail Brand. Her membership in the organization takes her on a number of missions eliminating hostile aliens operating on Earth.[67]

Before the Siege of Asgard, Ronin attempts to assassinate Norman Osborn but is captured by the Dark Avengers. Jessica Drew teams up with Ms. Marvel, Mockingbird and Jessica Jones to rescue him. After he is saved, the New Avengers relocate to a safehouse in Brooklyn where they meet up with Steve Rogers.[68]

Jessica is then paired with Spider-Man to do reconnaissance on Avengers Tower, where she reveals to him she is an agent of S.W.O.R.D. The duo are then found by Mandrill and Griffin who proceed to attack them. During the fight Mandrill gets close enough to Jessica and controls her into attacking Spider-Man.[69] Spider-Man appears to be on the losing end of the fight but manages to lure Jessica away from Mandrill and the effects of his control begin to wear off. The duo trick Mandrill and Griffin into thinking Jessica has beaten Spider-Man and when they approach Spider-Woman to give her new commands, Jessica punches Mandrill in the face and shoves her hand in his mouth, firing off a venom blast and knocking him out. Furious, Jessica wants to kill both villains for what they have done but is stopped by Spider-Man. The duo heads back to the safehouse where they head off with the Avengers to help the Asgardians.[70] Upon arriving in Asgard, Jessica and the rest of the heroes engage Iron Patriot's forces and witnesses the insane Sentry's defeat.[71]

Jessica is asked by Steve Rogers himself to join his team of Avengers. During their first meeting, Jessica expresses her doubts to Wolverine about being on the team, feeling she has not earned the role. Wolverine advises her if she feels that way, she will then have to work towards earning it then. Suddenly Kang the Conqueror appears in the middle of the meeting with a dire warning about the future and all of reality, blaming the children of the Avengers.[72] After recruiting the Protector and building a time machine, the time machine is destroyed by a furious Wonder Man. Once the dust has settled, an alternate version of Apocalypse and his Four Horsemen appear.[73] After Apocalypse's defeat, Jessica and a few of her teammates are sent into New York City to protect its citizens from the attacks coming from the timestream.[74] While in Washington Square Park, they come across Killraven and join forces to help the citizens.[75] Once their mission is completed and all the attacks have stopped, Jessica is the first to realize Killraven has not been returned to his proper future.[76]

Later Jessica is present when Red Hulk comes to warn the Avengers that the Hood is seeking to collect the Infinity Gems.[77] She is present along with the rest of the Avengers when they confront the Illuminati in Attilan about their existence and goes with a team of Avengers to the ruins of the Xavier Institute to get to Professor Xavier's Infinity gem.[78]

During the "Fear Itself" storyline, Spider-Woman, Ms. Marvel and Protector arrive in Brazil to help Red She-Hulk fight Hulk, who was transformed into Nul: Breaker of Worlds.[79]

While on a mission for S.W.O.R.D., Jessica is sent to locate an unusual alien energy surge in Wakanda. Upon finding the remains of a Spaceknight, Jessica is ambushed by the Intelligencia who take her as a prisoner. Abigail Brand approaches the Avengers for help and a team is put together to help locate Jessica. Jessica wakes up naked and is interrogated by two members of the Intelligencia. While the Intelligencia study the Spaceknight, the Avengers interrupt their attempts and the body activates, revealing it was containing Ultron's consciousness. The new Ultron escapes and Jessica is reunited with the Avengers.[80]

Jessica Drew becomes a member of the new Secret Avengers.[81]

Spider-Verse and Post-Avenger lifeEdit

During the "Spider-Verse" storyline, Spider-Woman joins Spider-Girl and Spider-Man 2099 in confronting Spider-Man about Spider-Man 2099 witnessing his counterpart being killed by Morlun. She is among the spider-themed superheroes brought to Earth-13 by Spider-UK, Spider-Girl of Earth-982, and Spider-Ham, to form a resistance against Morlun and his family, the Inheritors.[82] When the resistance was visiting Earth-928 and encountered a past version of Superior Spider-Man (Doctor Octopus' mind in Peter Parker's body) with his own army, they attracted the attention of the Inheritors.[83] Spider-Woman followed Silk with Spider-Man Noir to an unknown reality where they were being tracked by the Inheritors Brix and Bora. Spider-Man Noir was wounded and the trio escaped to his home world to allow him to recover from his injuries. After this, she was sent by Spider-Man to the Loomworld, home of the Inheritors to gather more information on the Inheritors.[84] After encountering and replacing her doppelganger from Loomworld, who was Morlun's lover, she was able to gather intelligence in regards to the Master Weaver and his role in the conflict, which helped the Spider Army ultimately win the battle against the Inheritors.[volume & issue needed]

After the battle with the Inheritors, Jessica decided to quit the Avengers in order to start a new life and to focus on helping ordinary civilians.[85] Jessica decides to help common people solve crimes, and enlists Ben Urich and Roger Gocking, the Porcupine.

Secret WarsEdit

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2019

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More than words - A Yousana AU. Chapter 1

Idea explained here

All the chapters here

CHAPTER 1: SUMMER 2011-SPRING 2012

There are five holiday breaks in Norway. During those breaks kids don’t have to go to school so even if for whatever reason you don’t celebrate those festivities you still don’t have class. That makes it a good chance to go somewhere else and relax, spend time with your family, maybe even make new friends.

Five holidays breaks that go along the year.

The summer break, the biggest of them all, starts on late June and ends on August. After that, the school year begins and it’s not until late September/early October when the autumn break comes, it only lasts a week but it’s something. Then Christmas arrives, 2 weeks without going to school, 2 weeks to relax. Just like autumn has its break, winter also has one, this one takes place on late February/early March and just like the previous season’s break it lasts a week. Then finally comes Easter, every April, kids, and also teenagers of course, have a free week.

As said before, these breaks give families the best chance to spend some time together, far away from the city.

 For Yousef’s family that means going to the cabin in the woods. Every year, almost every holiday, they go there. The cabin in the woods is a pretty big house with four bedrooms, not that they need the four bedrooms, and two floors. Yousef always takes the room in the attic, he loves the views and the calm that comes with it. At first Yousef loved going to the cabin but as he grows up he starts to get bored, he rather spend his breaks back in Oslo with his friends. His family rents the house for the first month of summer, the autumn break, the second half of Christmas and the first 4 days of Easter. Someone would say that the Acar family are the best costumers for that cabin, but they aren’t actually the only ones who stay a big part of their year there.

 Sana’s family started to rent that house for holiday breaks before Sana had even been born. As if they were taking turns with the Acar family, though they had never met and they wouldn’t for a really long time, the Bakkoush family would stay in that cabin during the second month of summer, the first week of Christmas, the winter break and finally the last 4 days of Easter. Sana had to fight a lot with her two brothers, Abdu and Elias, to let her take the attic room. Eventually she won the battle and the room was hers. She likes being there. She has never been a very social girl. Sure, she has friends but not as many as her brothers have. In fact, she has never taken any friend to the cabin, unlike her brothers who always have guests. That may be the reason why Sana starts to dread going to the cabin, she always feels alone there.

  SUMMER 2011 (11 and 13 years old)

On the summer of 2011 as Yousef had been in that cabin for almost three weeks already, he was starting to get on his nerves. He kept pacing around the room trying to think about something entertaining to do. Of course, nothing came to his mind. He was about to give up when suddenly he tripped and almost fell. When he looked down to the floor to try to find out what had made him trip he realize that there was a loose slab. He kneeled to the floor and took the slab in his hands. In the spot it had left on the floor there was a gap, big enough to hide something. For a moment he got excited, what if someone had hid something there and he was about to discover it? But the hole was empty. He was a little disappointed at first but then an idea came to his mind. What if he was the one that would hide something there? But now the question was…what should he hide? It wasn’t like he had anything he wanted to get rid of. For 15 minutes he sat on the floor looking around the room trying to think about something good. His eyes stopped in the wooden wardrobe that had a broken door. He remembered how the first time he got there that summer, three weeks ago, as he was about to open the wardrobe, the door fell and hit him in the foot. In that moment he wished someone, a previous tenant, would’ve warned him. What if he did exactly that? What if he wrote a note for the next tenant warning them about the broken door, that was a good thing to do, right?

He stood up and grabbed a notebook and a pen.

 “Hello there unknown person. If you’re reading this you’ve found the loose slab on the floor and just like me you’ve been curious enough to look in the hole hoping that you’d find something. Congratulations! You found me. Sorry if I’m not what you were waiting for. But I’m actually here with a good tip. Be careful when you open the wardrobe door. Unless it gets fixed after I leave next week (it’s July 2011, just in case you don’t see this until like a million years) if you try to open it too hard it’s going to fall on your feet and hurt you, trust me, it happened to me. I don’t really know what else to say, I’m actually feeling kind of stupid for writing this when no one is probably going to see it. I’ll feel like a complete dumbass when I get back here on autumn break and find this same piece of paper with no answer on it. Anyway, at least I’ve tried. Hope your stay here is more interesting than mine, but honestly, that wouldn’t be that difficult. Well, bye!”

 He folded the paper and placed it in the hole. Then he took the slab and put it back in its place. Yousef knew that he probably wouldn’t get an answer, but at least now he had a reason to look forward to his next visit to the cabin.

  -x-

Sana sighed, only three more days and she finally would be back in Oslo. Not that her life was that interesting back home, but at least she didn’t have to be in the same place for a month. She was sitting on the bed looking at the floor trying to think about something that would entertain her. From her room she could hear her brothers’ laughs, they had brought some friends and were playing outside. It wasn’t like they wouldn’t let her play with them. On the contrary, Abdu and Elias always asked her if she wanted to hang out with them, but the truth was that most of the time Sana just wanted to be left alone. As she was lost in her thoughts something caught her attention. There was a slab on the floor that seemed out of place. She hadn’t noticed it before. She frowned and kneeled down. Sana took the slab and found a hole under it, big enough to hide something there. Without even thinking about it, Sana introduced her hand in the hole and tried to find something. She was about to give up when her fingers touched a piece of paper. She took it and unfolded it eagerly. There was a message, a short message from a previous tenant, and they had been there almost at the same time as her –the note said it was July 2011 and now it was August-. She looked at her wounded foot as she read the part about the broken wardrobe door. It had fallen on her foot the first night there. As she finished reading she thought for a moment. Should she answer? What if it was a psychopath trying to get her attention? But it really didn’t look like it and she didn’t have to reveal any fact about herself to answer. Besides, that person had tried to warn her about the door, the polite thing to do was to say thanks, right?

She grabbed a pen from her desk and started writing.

 “Hi! How are you? Well, I guess it doesn’t make much sense to ask you that. It’s August 2032 here, guess it’s been awhile since you wrote that letter…Kidding!! It’s August 2011 so just a few weeks after you left, I guess? I just wanted to thank you for the tip even though I read this note way too late. Me and my wounded foot say hi to you. Since you gave me a tip, I’ll give you another. I don’t know when you’ll be back, if you’ll be back, but a word of advice? Don’t sleep with your window opened in summer, the mosquitoes will kill you. I’ve been bitten so badly this summer and I only slept with my window opened one night. At least next time I’ll be here it’ll be during Christmas break so I won’t have to worry about them, right? Well, I guess that’s pretty much what I wanted to tell you. Thanks again for the tip and don’t feel stupid, you got your answer ;)”

  AUTUMN 2011 (11 and 14 years old)

To say that Yousef had spent the rest of the summer thinking about the possibility of him finding an answer to his note when he��d come back to the cabin would be a lie. Being honest he had pretty much forgotten about it as soon as he had arrived back to Oslo.

But when September came and it was time for him to go back to the cabin he found himself thinking about that every day.

As soon as he stepped into the cabin that autumn the first thing he did was run to his bedroom and close the door. He sat on the floor and took a deep breath before taking the loose slab in his hands. His heart beat fast in his chest as he introduced his hand in the hole and picked up the paper. He unfolded and grinned widely when he saw that his handwriting wasn’t the only one in the paper, someone had answered.

He laughed a little while reading it and as soon as he ended he grabbed a pen and wrote an answer

 “I’m sorry to hear about your foot! Hope it’s okay now. And yeah I got bitten by the mosquitoes too, guess our blood is really tasty hahah…Okay that was a lame joke. Sorry!. To be honest I wasn’t expecting a reply, I guess we all get bored here in the cabin, right? By the way, I’m also going to be back here for Christmas…hmmm…I wonder how that will work. Guess we’ll know in a few months. Thank you for your answer and I hope you have a good autumn!”

 CHRISTMAS 2011 (12 and 14 years old)

 “I’m always here the first week of Christmas. We don’t celebrate Christmas in my family so we like to get away from the city. But on the second week we go back and spend some time with the rest of the family. A word of advice? When you come here next week don’t sleep with your window opened, you won’t get bitten by mosquitoes but you will literally freeze. Oh and by the way, yeah your joke was kind of lame but I’ve heard them worse, so don’t worry”

 -x-

“Oh, I see, I’m always here the second week of Christmas. It’s pretty much the same with my family but in reverse order. We spend the week with the family and then we come here for the second week and celebrate New Year’s Eve here, exciting…I know. And of course I won’t sleep with my window opened! It’s December, do you think I’m crazy??? Oh and thanks for being nice about the joke but you shouldn’t be that nice, you’ll make me think that it’s okay to say lame jokes and you’ll never hear the end of it. Happy New Year by the way! I guess this question doesn’t make much sense but…when do you come back?”

 WINTER BREAK 2012  (12 and 14 years old)

 “Happy new year to you too!! I’m back here again! (it’s winter break, 2012) Well in that case I hate your lame jokes please don’t make one like that again! (jk, it wasn’t that bad). And hey, I was just trying to prevent you from getting frozen but okay…girl? Boy?...I just realized I don’t really know anything about you. Maybe you could tell me something, like your age for example? Please tell me you’re not a 40 years old man, that’d be creepy. I don’t want you to tell me your name though, I like the anonymous thing, it’s interesting and it feels safe, if you know what I mean. I’ll be back on the last four days of Easter, hope there’s an answer when I come back”

 EASTER 2012  (12 and 14 years old)

 “I’m not a 40 years old man!! I’m 38! Haha just kidding, another lame joke. I’m a 14 years old boy actually. And I agree with you with the anonymous thing, I think it’s better if we don’t know much about each other’s personal life, it’s more interesting this way. By the way I’m here for the first 4 days of Easter so I guess you’ll come back after I leave. It feels as if we were taking turns to be in the cabin hahah. Guess it was destiny that we would meet…well not meet, but talk.”

 -x-

“Ufff, I feel a lot better now. I’m a 12 years old girl, yeah yeah, I’m a little kid whatever…I’m sure I’m more mature than you. I actually think that I saw your car leaving when I got here? A nice white car? You know what? Forget about it, we’re trying to be anonymous here, we can’t know which kind of car we have either…I guess? So I won’t be back until summer, will you be here like last year?? I pretty much come the same dates every year so I guess now you know when I’ll be here. What about you? Was this year an exception or is it the rule? And yes I guess destiny was trying to make us meet…write…whatever. I’ll read you on summer!”

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Well this is the first chapter!! 

I really hope you’ve liked it

I’ll tag all the chapters with “more than words au” and I’ll also post it on ao3 in case someone prefers to read it there

Thank you so much for reading and I hope it wasn’t confusing with so many time jumps

[petalouda85]

All of Me, Chapter 11

I was hoping to have this finished and posted in the previous week but my teachers dumped three different assignment on me on the same day. So stress and a lack of time and sleep meant this had to wait. But I finally found some time to finish and post this. I hope you all enjoy it.

Warning: there is rape in this. It was originally going to be more graphic but I toned it down as much as I could. Another thing worth mentioning is some suicidal thoughts.

You can also read this on FF and AO3

Story summary: Ben's life is out of control and he is on a path towards destruction. After a traumatic experience involving people he trusted, it would seem his life could only continue down its dark path. But a short encounter with a stranger in a Starbucks and a new friendship with a newcomer at his church bolsters a much needed feeling of hope within him.

“My head…” Ben groaned when consciousness slowly began to return to him. The headache was pounding heavily against the front of his skull and his vision was extremely blurry so he opted to close his eyes for a little while longer. When the pain in his head had reduced to a level where he could somewhat ignore it, he opened his eyes.

It was near black, the only source of light peeking through the close blinds from the window to his left. It wasn’t much but it gave him some sense of the place he was in. The shapes of the black figures in front of him gave him the idea that he was in a forgotten storage room, imaging the figures to be boxes stacked on top of one another in a haphazard manner. There was other clutter too but they weren’t as easy to guess.

Wanting a better look, he tried to go to the window but was stopped by a harsh tug on his wrists. A small wriggle of his wrists informed him that his hands were bound together and that the remainder of the rope was tied to piece of furniture, keeping him in place as though he were an animal.

“What the hell?” He whispered. He attempted to loosen the rope by pulling at the knots with his teeth but whoever had done them had done them well as he couldn’t budge it the slightest. “Damn.” He looked back to the window, spotting the cord that could lift and drop the blinds. He couldn’t pull it with his hands. Maybe…

He got to work on undoing his shoes, a task made harder due to the headache ever present, it gradually worsening due to the after effects of the alcohol. Still, within a short period, he had his shoe and his sock off. Shuffling around and looking like an acrobat from an amateur circus act, he lifted his foot up, intertwined the cord in his toes and yanked. The blinds flew up and locked in place, filling the room with moonlight.  

His assumption about the room had been partially correct. It was a storage room but it looked to have been an office once due to the clutter filled desks that occupied the space. Now certain of his surroundings, he turned to the next questions

How had he ended up here? And why the hell was he tied up?

He thought hard to remember his last memory but it didn’t provide him any clarity as to what happened. He remembered dancing with Jakara and Keira… Keira kissing him and him rejecting her. After that, he couldn’t remember anymore, which immediately meant that the second question couldn’t be answered either.

“Think, Ben, think.” He said as he wiggled around his wrists once more. “Why would someone tie you up for no apparent reason? Abdu-“ Immediately, he was slapped with fear and a million scenarios. He had been abducted. It seemed impossible but considering where he had been and what had happened in his previous memory, he imagined he must’ve run out of the club into some shady alley where he was overpowered, something that could’ve been easily done considering the amount of drinks he had had and the emotional state he had been in. “God, Ben. How could you have been that stupid? No, I can’t think like that. I have to get out of here.”

He immediately searched around him, hoping that maybe there was an old pair of scissors or something sharp that had been tossed to the side years ago that could aid him in freeing his wrists. Neither of those were to be seen but he found an old and metal letter opener which could be squeezed in between the knots and wiggle them loose.

“Well,” He muttered as he grabbed the metal object, “it’s better than nothing.” He was about to wiggle it into the rope when he heard the click of the door. He threw the letter opener into the shadows near him and looked towards the sudden brightness where his supposed kidnapper stood. “Snoke?”

The man smirked.

“About time you woke up.” He commented, pulling forth a cigarette, putting it in his mouth and lighting it. “You’ve been out for almost a day.”

“Snoke, what the hell happened? And what the hell is this for?” Ben asked, still harboring much shock at the thought that Snoke, his friend, abducted him.

“First things first, how’s your head? You were bleedin’ quite badly last night.”

The tied up teen felt around his head and felt a large bump on the side of his head and a quick glance to his shoulder found a small trail of dried, brown blood running into his clothing.

“You’re honestly lucky that you didn’t bleed out.”

“Snoke, what the hell happened!?” Ben almost shouted, hating how the other seemed to be dodging his questions. “Where the fuck am I!? And why the hell am I tied up!?”

“What is the last thing you remember?” Snoke inquired, taking a bored huff from his cigarette and blowing out the smoke in the same bored manner.

“I…” Ben paused, hesitant to announce his previous memory as he was fully aware as to how Snoke would react to news like that. But something like this, Ben felt strong about his friend knowing the truth. “Keira… She kissed me. I think she was trying to get me to have sex with her. I pushed her away though.” He added quickly before Snoke lobbed his head off. Oddly, Snoke was silent and seemed to care little about the fact that his girlfriend had tried to cheat on him with his friends.

“You remember anything else?”

“No.”

“Wow.” Snoke muttered, the response surprising Ben. “That ketamine really hit you hard. I thought you would have some idea of what happened but damn, it made you forget everything.” Each word that Snoke said just deepened Ben’s confusion more and more, fear setting in again when he spoke again. “Good.”

“Good? How the hell is that good!? You’re hiding something from me! I know it!” There was an ominous silence between the two, Snoke’s frown eventually turning into a smirk.

“And I used to think that you were an absolute idiot.”

“What did Keira do to me!?” Ben shouted, “Tell me, damn it!” He wanted to run towards Snoke, wanted to run to him and choke him until he gave him the answers he wanted, but another tug on his wrists reminded him that he couldn’t do that.

“Don’t worry, you big baby. She did nothing worth noting.” He blew out another puff of smoke and stepped out of the room. “But if I were you, which I’m glad I’m not, I would be more worried about what will happen.”

“No, wait!” Ben screamed before Snoke slammed the door shut and locked it, leaving him alone and in the dark.

The fear that he had somewhat suppressed since waking had now quadrupled, his breathing speeding up to an unhealthy rate and his mind racing with terrifying thoughts of what could happen. Anything could happen. He was completely at Snoke’s mercy.

“Calm down, calm down. Everything will be okay. You can get out of here. Just… think... think.” He didn’t need to brood long.

He couldn’t leave via the door that was obvious. Not only because he had no means of  undoing the lock but he had no clue as to how many people were there besides Snoke and he had no idea what the layout of the building was either. These combined posed the highest risk of getting caught.

His way out was the window. It had no lock and the only other obstruction then was a mesh screen, which could easily be removed or cut through.

His biggest obstacles would be him getting his hands free and making certain he made no noise, none that would arouse suspicion anyway.

He waited in silence for an indefinite time, listening… Listening for voices, for movement, anything that would give him some clues as activity on the other side of the door. It was quiet, the only noise that he noticed coming from the heater coming to life. Snoke was likely sleeping.

Carefully, he began his attempts to undo the part of the rope that was attached to the dresser. The knots were unbelievably tight and trying to wriggle them loose caused his fingers a lot of pain but after an age, he got the first complicated knot done. From there, he easily managed to undo the other ones tying him down to the dresser.

He then retrieved the letter opener from the shadows and began to wriggle the object into one of the looser knots. He got it loose enough that he could undo the rest of it with his teeth. He repeated the same action again and again until finally the last knot was undone. A sigh of relief released from his mouth when the rough rope fell away from his reddened wrists, much needed blood flowing freely once again.

He immediately dashed for the window, carefully moving some extra clutter away to create more room. The teen was careful in where he placed the boxes and other junk in the way but he failed to notice another box, filled to the brim with useless junk that would’ve been more appropriate in a garage, slowly moving towards the edge of the desk it was on, pushed closer to it thanks to the items gradually being put onto the surface.

An ear-splitting racket ricocheted throughout the room and, no doubt, the entire building as the box slammed onto the floor and Ben found himself frozen from fear and shock, still unable to move when the racket had finally stopped.

“What the fuck?!” A voice hollered in the distance, a voice he knew wasn’t Snoke’s. It was…

The rattle of the lock snapped him out of his frozen state. He spun around, turning the lock on the window in a flash and removing the mesh just as quick.

“He’s trying to escape!” Was shouted as the door slammed open. In a panic, Ben kicked the window open. One foot was out the window and touched the free ground when he was grabbed by two sets of hands and dragged back into his prison.

“Let go of me!” Ben screamed, fighting as his mystery assailants dragged him out of the room. His screams continued and he struggled, his elbow eventually making contact with something (like a jaw or nose, considering the grunt of pain he heard) but they pulled him all the way to what appeared to be the living room and proceeded to drop him mercilessly to the floor.

More screams engulfed the room and rendered him near deaf, the rough hands turning him onto his back, where he faced his entire group of kidnappers.

Tarken, Kelan, Snoke, Keira; a feeling in his gut told him the other four were somewhere in the building.

“If this is some joke, it’s not funny.” Ben snapped.

"The only joke here is you."

"Kelan, shut up!" Snoke snapped and Kelan stepped back.

"What is going on?" Ben asked, hiding to hide his fear. "What are you all doing here? Why are you doing this?"

"As I said, I don't think you should be worried about what we've done." Snoke said menacingly, the others looking as though they were on the point a ramming a knife into his throat. "You need to be worried about what we're going to do."

Ben attempted to retort but movement from Keira stopped his words. She knelt down in front of him, giving him the same lewd smile as before.

"Now, be a good boy and lie still." She placed a hand on his chest, likely wanting to remove the shirt but Ben slapped her hand away, only to find a serrated hunting knife being pointed at him. "Don't make me use this." She hissed.

Ben stared at the blade for a moment, his breathe starting to shudder. It was probably a foolish mistake but his survival instinct kicked him and, using the skills learned from his mother years ago, he threw off the female and disarmed her, taking the knife and getting some distance between him and the others.

"What do you want from me!?" He shouted, keeping the knife out and ready for usage when Snoke stepped forward. "Answer me, damn it, or I'll run you through!" He couldn't believe he was saying such things but if it would get him answers...

“Calm down.” Snoke cooed, stepping forward with his hands up in surrender. “Let’s not act crazy.”

“Crazy!? The only thing crazy here is what the hell is happening! Which you still haven’t answered! Tell me!”

“Fine, I’ll tell you but, put the knife down first. I don’t think anyone is keen on asking questions while under the threat of being cut.”

“I’ll only lower it if Keira leaves.” The female appeared insulted but she left, not before rolling her eyes at Ben. Only when a nearby door clicked shut did he lower the knife, keeping a tight grip on it. “Talk. Now.”

Snoke took another step forward, holding out his hand.

“Maybe you should ditch the knife.”

“Like hell I’m giving this to you. Do you honestly think I still trust you enough to give you a knife?”

"I know you don't trust me. But it would still be in your better interest to give me that knife."

"How so? So you can attack me? I wasn't born yesterday, Snoke, so you are not getting this knife." His hands were shaking at this point.

“Hm…” Snoke hummed, closing the distance between him and Ben, “in that case.”

In an instant, Ben was on the floor as Snoke tackled him, the knife falling from his hand. He desperately grabbed for it but Snoke got it first, pointing it less than an inch away from his throat.

“Now, you will lie still.” He sneered, placing his free hand over Ben’s mouth and leaning onto his victim’s body to keep him from escaping, “And you will let us do our stuff. Whether you like it or not. Kelan, Keira! Get the stuff, will ya!?”

Ben struggled fiercely but Snoke kept him down. He heard some footsteps and doors opening and closing but he had no idea what was happening around him. He let out a cry of pain when someone grabbed him by his hair and pulled him towards the center of the room, putting him down on his chest. His arms were put behind his back and were ensnared once more with the rough rope, though this time, it was even tighter. Once the knots were finished, he was then turned onto his back.

Kelan approached him first, undoing his pants and proceeding to grope himself. Intense fear overwhelming him and survival instinct screaming at him to abandon rational thought, Ben used all the upper body strength he had to push himself off of the ground and kick up at his assailant. He kicked him square in the face. But as Kelan stumbled back, Keira took his place.

"Get away from me, you creep!" He hollered, kicking at her sloppily when as she came closer, it being enough to prevent her from initiating her plans for him. Maybe if he kicked enough, she would stop. However the kicks were only keeping her away; by no means did it seem to deter her motivation. "Stop it!" He screamed with another kick, it landing a blow on her leg. It caused her to stumble back but to Ben’s horror, she managed to catch his foot as well.

“Snoke! Give me a hand here!” Keira snapped, holding on to the foot tightly as Ben began resisting again. It soon became futile to fight as Snoke moved to take hold of both of Ben’s feet and pinned them down, his mobility further hindered when Keira straddled him and Tarken pushed down on his shoulders. “There’s two ways we can do this.” She said to Ben softly as she pulled a small packet from her pocket and removed a blue pill from it. “You either take this willingly or I’m stuffing it down your throat.”

Ben kept his mouth shut.

“Oh, not feeling very talkative now?” She said threateningly. She snatched his jaw roughly and forced his lips open, the opening just big enough to slip the pill in. “Swallow.” She ordered, slamming her hand over his mouth. Ben shook his head, “Do it!” When he declined once more, she clamped his nose shut. “SWALLOW!”

Eyes wide in panic, Ben wiggled madly but his oxygen remained cut off. In the haze of panic and the desperation for air, he reluctantly swallowed the tiny blue object. The instant it was down his throat, Keira removed her hand and the air quickly filled his lungs again; the sense of relief was short-lived.

“No!” Ben screamed when he spotted the woman opening his plaid shirt and promptly ripping the black tank top he had been wearing underneath it. “Please! Why are you doing this!?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Keira chuckled, moving her hand to grope his crotch, smirking when she noticed him wince, “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll never think of fucking boys ever again.”

“I’m demisexual, bitch! Get it right!” Ben hollered, his anger momentarily outweighing all the fear he had within him.

“Shut up; you’re ruining my fun.”

“You’re sick.” He hissed.

“And you’re talking too much. Kelan! Give me the gag!” The fear came crashing back and Ben tried to scream, hoping to God that there was someone outside that could hear him but Keira slammed her hand over his mouth yet again, rendering him silent. Moments later, Kelan, blood dripping from his mouth and nose, appeared above him, holding something in his hand. When Ben had heard the word “gag”, he had anticipated a handkerchief of some kind. Whatever Kelan was holding didn’t even look like a gag to him, just a red ball with two leather straps attached to it.

“You know what this is?” Kelan asked with a smirk, holding the odd object up. Ben shook his head. “God you’re innocent.” He laughed, proceeding to kneel down and stuffing the red ball into Ben’s mouth.

The teen protested the invading object and tried to get rid of it but Kelan roughly pulled his head up by his hair, tying the two leather straps together so tightly that the leather cut into Ben’s skin. Any sounds of pain or discomfort were quickly drown out by Snoke, telling Keira to “get on with it”.

As he felt Keira pull down his pants, Ben tried to scream, to kick, to do anything that would get her away but it only took him moments to realize that nothing would work; they had the upper hand. Still, he didn’t stop wiggling until he felt the cooled air on his crotch.

It was here that he froze.

He knew what was happening but he couldn’t comprehend that it was happening to him. This only happened to girls and yet, here he was, being assaulted and lying still as if he had lost control of all his limbs. If people knew what was happening, they would probably be wondering why he was lying still and not attempting to fight, why he was letting them do this so easily to him when he was both taller and stronger than all four. Ben himself could hardly understand why he was lying so still.

“Please, stop. Please.” He begged, doubting that even God could hear his plea. Hot tears began running down his face as unpleasant and intense sensations he had never felt before began flowing through him, the feelings no doubt intensified due to the drugs.

“The little bitch is crying.” Kelan taunted above him, he, Tarken and Snoke laughing while Keira panted and moaned.

“Please.” Ben begged once more as an uncomfortable tightness developed in his abdomen. Someone or something must’ve heard him as less than a minute later, the tightness was gone and Keira, only moments later, let out a louder moan than before. Everything was silent expect for her panting.

“Move. It’s my turn.” Kelan said.

Ben felt Keira move off of his body and another of his assailants moved him onto his stomach. He began squirming but Kelan kept him down with a tight grip on his bound hands. He tried to scream and shout ‘no’, to do anything to stop him, but it became futile.

If he hadn’t been gagged, Ben’s screams could’ve been heard outside. He thought the pain and humiliation inflicted by Keira was already horrendous but this made that seems like the minutest thing in existence. He felt as though he was being ripped apart, physically and mentally, and his lower half was burning with pain, while his dignity and sense of humanity was destroyed with each subsequent rough thrust.

With Keira, he could close his eyes and somewhat pretend it wasn’t happening. But this… how could he ignore this?

“Stop, stop, stop…” He begged, it accompanied with the fleeting hope that his situation couldn’t get worse.

A pain worse than anything he had ever felt before ripped through him and the scream he let out was perhaps the loudest as well, loud enough that even the gag couldn’t mask it. He begged for Kelan to stop but any words he tried to formulate morphed into whimpers as the excruciating pain continued.

“Fuck…” Kelan panted, increasing his pace more, completely disregarding the whimpers of the man below him. “You’re so fucking tight… Fuck.” He came only seconds later, barely regarding the whimpers as he pulled out, tucking himself back in and redoing his pants.

“Holy shit, you did quite a number on him.” Snoke commented

“That’s quite a bit of blood. And that’s saying something.” Keira added.

The four continued talking behind him but Ben couldn’t bring himself to listen. He remained still on the floor, his face as blank and emotionless as the emptiness he felt inside while the warm tears kept rolling from his eyes with no indication of stopping anytime soon. He dragged his limbs close enough in a meager attempt to bring himself comfort and warmth but it brought him nothing. The vast cold only spiraled his thoughts down a darker path, so dark that death seemed like a welcome escape.

He wanted to die. Some rational side of him told him he shouldn’t think things like that but why should he care if he died here and now? Kelan and Keira had already stripped him of whatever dignity, self-esteem, and self-worth he had. He didn’t care if he died right now.

He didn’t want to live right now.

[canonicallyginger]

Also my new favorite player character is the New Blood red character named Sawyer. I love them so much and i think theyd be cute with Oz. Suzanne is cool, but i prefer Vicky. I love Oz too much to use Abdu all that often. And I like Brian a lot, but Noodles is weird enough that i switch off between them. My adoration for Sawyer means i might never use Amira again, which is a shame, and i wish we could play with multiple of the same color

Ive been playing a lot of Monster Camp lately so if i start posting abt it and reblogging Monster Prom stuff, thats why

Im so glad Aaravi is a main love interest now. Also Joy. And I'm also glad that Damien is still here.

Fucking hate Batniss tho. She's literally just a parody of Katniss from the Hunger Games, which hasn't been relevant in a long time, and also most of her character goals on meeting all the dystopian revolution tropes.

I love the pizza girl tho. And Hex and Milo~

Oh also Dahlia's anime ending!!!!!! The song that plays sounds like an anime OP and fuck it is SUCH a bop and i wish i knew Japanese so i could actually tell wtf the lyrics are, since i can't find them anywhere

[sachinunique]

10 such scientists of India who not only India but the whole world salutes

India has been the birthplace of statues and science since ancient times. Science has often attained its peak reputation on the land of India. From Varahamihira to Aryabhata and successive APJ Abdul Kalam, India has put such pearls that have no imagination elsewhere. The present-day land of India is also a fertile land of scientific statues. Important information about some of these great scientists is being given in this article.

Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam

Born on 15 October 1931 in Rameswaram, Tamil Nadu, Dr. Abul Pakir Jainulabdeen Abdul Kalam is known as the Missile Man of India and President of the people. Kalam, who was conferred with Bharat Ratna, India's highest civilian honor, was among those whose names would get their dignity due to their inclusion in the list. In 1962, he joined the Indian Institute of Space Research (ISRO) and was associated with the Defense Research and Development Organization (DRDO) and the Indian Space Research for nearly four decades.

He played a pivotal, organizational, technical and political role in India's Pokhran-II nuclear test in 1998, the second time since India's first original nuclear test in 1974.

Dr. Kalam, son of a sailor (Jainulabdin), was awarded the title of Bharat Ratna in 1997.

His famous books are: 'Wings of Fire' (Biography), 'India 2020 - A Vision for the New Millennium', Voice of India, Turning Points, Hum Hone Achiever, Target 3 Billion, Mission India etc.

CNR-Rao

Chintamani Nagesh Ramchandra Rao, born on 30 June 1934 in Bangalore, present-day Karnataka, has mainly worked on structural chemistry. He was associated with Indian Institute of Space Research, IIT Kanpur, Indian Institute of Science, Oxford University, Cambridge University, University of California etc. and was also honored with the Legion of Honor Padma Award and Bharat Ratna. Rao, the author of 45 scientific books and 1500 research papers, has been awarded an honorary doctorate by 60 universities.

In the year 2013, the Government of India decided to honor him with the Bharat Ratna, India's highest civilian award. He is the third such scientist to be awarded this award after CV Raman and APJ Abdul Kalam.

This great scientist was awarded the Knight of the Legion of Honor by the Government of France, the Abdus Salam Medal in the year 2008, the Chinese Academy of Science in the year 2013 and the Government of India. Also honored with Padma Shri in 1974 and Padma Vibhushan in 1985.

G. Madhavan Nair

In the Indian scientific sculptures of present India, the name of G. Madhavan Nair is taken prominently. Born in Thiruvananthapuram, Kerala on 31 October 1943, Nair was the head of the Indian Institute of Space Research (ISRO). During his 6-year tenure, India has completed 25 successful missions, including Chandrayaan-I.

He was the President of the International Academy of Astronautics in the year 2009.

Awards: Padma Bhushan (1998), Padma Vibhushan (2009), Limca Book of Records in New Delhi, 2009 from "Man of the Year" (March 31, 2009) etc.

Rakesh K. Jain

He is an American scientist of Indian origin. Mr. Jain specializes in tumor biology and is employed at the Massachusetts General Hospital at Howard Medical School. He has contributed to more than 600 researches.

Mr. Jain has been awarded the 'National Medal of Science' award in 2016 by Barack Obama of the US for his association between cook blood vessels and work in the field of chemotherapy and radiation treatment.

This award is America's highest science honor.

Dr. K. Radhakrishnan

Born on 29 August 1949 in Kerala, India, Dr. Radhakrishnan is currently one of the best scientists in India. He is basically a space scientist. Dr. Radhakrishnan received an Electrical Engineering degree from the University of Kerala in 1970. He started his tenure from the Vikram Sarabhai Space Center in 1971. He successfully carried out the indigenous cryogenic engine and Mars vehicle for GSLV while being the chairman of ISRO.

He has been awarded the Padma Bhushan (2014) award for his contribution to space science.

India sent Chandrayaan and Mangalyaan to space under his supervision.

A. S. Kiran Kumar

Mr. A. S. Kiran Kumar is currently the President of the Indian Space Research Institute (ISRO). He has made his special contribution to international meteorology, research related to land, ocean, atmosphere and planets. He has prepared a strategy to place the Marsh Orbiter sent to Mars orbit.

Mr. Kumar, famous for his discovery of the major scientific instruments of Mangalyaan and Chandrayaan has been awarded the Padma Shri Award (2014).

Dr. K Kasturi Rangan

Born on 24 October 1940 in Ernakulam, Kerala, Dr. Krishnaswamy Kasturirangan originally made his unique contribution in the field of astronomy. They are directly related to PSLV and GSLV. Under his leadership, the success of Chandrayaan-I, INSAT-2, Indian remote sensing satellites IRS 1A and 1B is associated with him.

He has been awarded the Padma Vibhushan, Padma Bhushan and Padma Shri awards for his contribution to science.

He has made extensive and significant contributions to the study of cosmic x-ray and gamma-ray sources and the effect of cosmic x-rays in the lower atmosphere.

Udupi Ramchandra Rao

Born in Karnataka on 10 March 1932, Mr. Rao has made a special contribution to space science. He continued to serve Indian science for a long time and for this reason he was also honored with the Padma Awards by the Government of India. He is related to Madras University.

Awards: Padmabhushan (1976), Group Achievement Award, NASA (1973), Theodore von Karman Award (2005), Vishwa Manav Award (2007) etc.

He designed and launched more than 18 satellites including the first Indian satellite 'Aryabhata' in 1975.

Satish Dhawan

Born on 25 September 1920 in Srinagar district of Jammu and Kashmir, Shri Satish Dhawan was one of the pioneers of the Indian space program. He was associated with the Indian Institute of Science for 20 years. He has also been awarded the Padma Award (1971) for his contribution towards science.

Their foremost scientific discovery has been the development of a supersonic wind tunnel.

Satish Dhawan Space Center named after him is the launch center of the Indian Space Research Organization (ISRO). It is located in Sriharikota, Andhra Pradesh.

Venkataraman Ramakrishnan

Venkataraman Ramakrishnan was born in 1952 in Chidambaram located in the Cuddalore district of Tamil Nadu. He was awarded the 2009 Nobel Prize in Chemistry.

He was given this award along with the other two scientists for their in-depth study of the structure of ribosomes that make up proteins inside the cell. With the help of their work, the next generation of scientists will be able to help in developing effective antibiotics. Mr. Ramakrishnan is currently serving as the head scientist of the Structural Studies Department of the MRC Laboratories of Molecular Biology at the prestigious University of Cambridge, UK.

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Here’s what experts think of the breathing techniques shared by J.K. Rowling for COVID-19 symptoms

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Here’s what experts think of the breathing techniques shared by J.K. Rowling for COVID-19 symptoms

TORONTO — A breathing technique video touted as potentially “lifesaving” for patients suffering from COVID-19 has been getting wide attention on social media — even J.K. Rowling said it helped — but with so many hoaxes making the rounds online, is there any validity to its claims?

The YouTube video advises patients to take five deep breaths, holding each one for five seconds, and to take a big cough (with the mouth covered) after the sixth deep breath. After completing this breathing exercise twice, the individual should lay flat on their stomach — not back — with a pillow and take slightly deeper breaths for another 10 minutes.

“I want you guys to start doing this if you have the infection right from the beginning. If you want to do it before you even pick up the infection, good idea,” said Queens Hospital’s Dr. Sarfaraz Munshi in the video.

Various versions of the YouTube video by Munshi and Sue Elliott, a director of nursing at the U.K. non-profit health organization Partnership of East London Co-operatives Ltd (PELC), have been viewed some 3.7 million times combined so far.

It was shared by the Harry Potter author, who wrote on Twitter that she has had COVID-19 symptoms for the last two weeks and practiced the technique on the advice of her husband, who is a physician.

“I’m fully recovered & technique helped a lot,” she tweeted.

Please watch this doc from Queens Hospital explain how to relieve respiratory symptoms. For last 2 weeks I’ve had all symptoms of C19 (tho haven’t been tested) & did this on doc husband’s advice. I’m fully recovered & technique helped a lot.https://t.co/xo8AansUvc via @YouTube

— J.K. Rowling (@jk_rowling) April 6, 2020

COVID-19 can cause fluid to accumulate in the lungs, causing shortness of breath and patients to take smaller breaths. Difficulty breathing and pneumonia in both lungs are among the most common symptoms of the disease, and in the most severe cases, patients need to be intubated and put on a ventilator.

Health experts told CTVNews.ca that the exercises and suggestions on the video are based on long-established techniques to prevent a patient’s lungs from collapsing, but cautioned that it is not a miracle cure and that anyone having trouble breathing should seek professional help immediately.

“Some people with COVID-19, or coronavirus disease, deteriorate very quickly, so I would hate for someone to try and self-manage at home who should be seeking medical attention,” said Carolyn McCoy, the Director of Accreditation and Professional Practice Services with the Canadian Society of Respiratory Therapists.

“I can’t stress that point enough.”

Going to a hospital during a pandemic may seem quite scary and some people may also worry about inadvertently infecting someone along the way, but “people should not delay appropriate medical attention,” said McCoy, who is a registered respiratory therapist.

HOW DOES THE BREATHING TECHNIQUE WORK?

Prone positioning has been used for decades in critical care for patients who have a condition called acute respiratory distress syndrome, are intubated and on a ventilator, health experts say.

“There are several techniques for allowing chest expansion to avoid collapsing of lower lung segments for patients who are bed bound in some way or suffering from a pulmonary infection. This would be one of them,” said Dr. Abdu Sharkawy, an assistant professor of medicine with the University Health Network in Toronto via email.

Most of the lung tissue is along back and not in the front, so placing someone on their belly helps the blood flow to more areas of the lung.

“If someone’s lying on their back, the blood flows to the parts of the lungs that could be getting collapsed from the weight of just the body itself. If we put someone in the prone position — if we put them belly down — now, the greater volume of lungs is still along the back, but it’s less likely to become compressed,” McCoy explained.

The deep breathing exercises in the video are typically used to help mitigate something called atelectasis, said McCoy, the medical term for collapse of lung tissue. The combination of fluid in the lungs and taking small breaths can make people vulnerable to the condition.

“If you do have fluid or mucus that gets trapped in lung units, that makes someone more susceptible to developing pneumonia,” she added.

Sharkawy cautioned that while the exercise may be worth doing, it is debatable as to how meaningful an impact it would have in changing how the disease develops in a patient.

“It’s unlikely this will mean the difference between surviving CoVid-19 or not. If you get a ‘bad strain’ and you require ventilator support, this would not help prevent it in any way,” he said.

“If you have a mild form of the disease, it could theoretically help limit the likelihood of a secondary bacterial infection, which is actually not that common in CoVid-19 anyways.”

Ultimately, for patients who are having difficulty breathing — some people describe it as the lungs feeling tight, or like someone is sitting on their chest — it is safer to seek medical help at the earliest point possible.

“People’s fears are valid, but they’re better off seeking help early for sure,” McCoy said.

If you are not sure whether you should seek medical attention, take this self-assessment test provided by the Public Health Agency of Canada.

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Myanmar Official Line: Rohingya Are Returning. But Cracks in That Story Abound.

By Hannah Beech, NY Times, Aug. 2, 2018

MAUNGDAW, Myanmar--We waded through floodwaters, past soldiers hefting rifles, and climbed into a prefabricated hut.

Inside, a row of men sat huddled against the wall as armed police and immigration officers stood over them. They were, we had been given the impression, among the 700,000 Rohingya Muslims who had fled northern Rakhine State in Myanmar for Bangladesh last year in an exodus that the United States and other countries condemned as ethnic cleansing.

Now, dozens had been repatriated, officials said, thanks to the good will of the Myanmar government, which wanted to show off its commitment to welcoming back the Rohingya and the rows of barracks it had prepared for the returnees.

But like nearly every interaction on a recent government-led trip for journalists to the epicenter of the crisis, cracks appeared in the official story line.

The men at one of the country’s three repatriation centers shook their heads when asked if they had peacefully come back to Myanmar from Bangladesh.

They said they had not been repatriated at all. In fact, they said, they had never even left this waterlogged stretch of marsh and mountain in Myanmar, and had been swept up in the government’s broad repression of the Rohingya minority.

One day, last year, three of the men said, soldiers had arrested them in their village in northern Rakhine State. Five and a half months later, they were released and charged with illegal immigration.

“They accused us of coming from Bangladesh, but we have never been to Bangladesh,” Abdus Salim said. “Rakhine is our home.”

U Win Khine, the lead immigration officer, looked apologetic. Maybe they were liars, he said. He refused to call the men Rohingya, referring to them as Bengali to imply they belonged in neighboring Bangladesh.

“Bengalis are not from our country because they have different blood, skin color and language from us,” Mr. Win Khine said. “We have no Rohingya here.”

Outside of Myanmar, the tragedy of the Rohingya is clear. Over the decades, the Muslim minority has been stripped of its rights--to attend college, to access medical care, to move freely--by a Buddhist-chauvinist, army-dominated government. Most have no citizenship.

When some Rohingya insurgents attacked police posts and an army encampment last August, killing a dozen security personnel, a paroxysm of violence against Rohingya civilians followed within hours: mass executions, rapes and village burnings by security forces that United Nations officials have suggested could constitute genocide. Rakhine Buddhist mobs abetted in the bloodletting.

But on this rare trip to northern Rakhine, under the watchful eye of armed guards, the official narrative diverged from the internationally accepted reality. The Rohingya had burned their own residences, we were told by officials and civilians alike. They were terrorists--and if they were not terrorists, they were women and children manipulated by shadowy groups in Bangladesh and elsewhere in the Islamic world.

Yet even as we were shepherded through the muddy, still charred countryside of Rathedaung and Maungdaw, two townships in northern Rakhine, the discussions grew sticky with contradictions.

We stopped in a village once populated by Rakhine Buddhists, Rohingya Muslims and the Mro, a formerly jungle-dwelling ethnic minority. Eight Mro were killed last August by Rohingya insurgents, the Myanmar authorities have said. Why hadn’t the international media covered these murders, local officials on our tour asked? But they didn’t address the thousands of Rohingya who human rights groups say were killed last year.

Like everywhere else we went, officials in the village insisted that the Rohingya here had torched their own houses in order to garner global sympathy.

But at one point we spoke freely with local residents, and a girl, who would be in danger if her name were revealed, said she missed a Muslim friend who had lived a few houses down. “The Rakhine burned their houses down,” she said, referring to civilians from the Buddhist ethnic group that gives Rakhine State its name. “My friend is gone forever.”

A man corrected her quickly. “You’re supposed to say the reverse,” he admonished. “You should say they burned their own houses down.”

Outside, another child, playing soccer barefoot in the rain, was more emphatic.

“I saw it with my own eyes, how the Rakhine burned down all the Muslim houses,” he said, detailing how a car belonging to a Rohingya family was lit on fire because the looters didn’t know how to drive.

“Who would burn down their own houses?” the boy added. “That’s stupid.”

A new school and Buddhist pagoda had been built on what was once the village’s Muslim quarter. The remaining residents have been gifted new homes by the government, rows of prefabricated houses that looked incongruous in one of the poorest places in Asia.

In the town of Maungdaw, U Kyaw Win Htet, the assistant director of the Maungdaw District General Administration Department, gave a briefing on the area’s changing demographics. A year ago, Maungdaw District had a population of 800,000. Now, there were 416,000 people. Before, the township was 90 percent Muslim. Now it was barely half.

Why did the Muslims leave? Mr. Kyaw Win Htet, a Buddhist, said he wasn’t sure. “I think they didn’t want to live here anymore,” he said. “But the reason why, only they themselves know.”

Did the local government have death tolls from last year’s violence, broken down by ethnicity? Mr. Kyaw Win Htet said he did not know. Had he ever visited any of the hundreds of burned Rohingya villages? No, he had not. Did he know of any Muslim employees of his government department, given that nearly most of the district’s population had been Rohingya? No, he did not.

Later, Mr. Kyaw Win Htet admitted that the “Bengali issue” was not his bailiwick. His expertise was flood control. He had been assigned to talk to us only because his boss was away.

Earlier this week, the Myanmar government formed yet another commission to investigate what exactly had happened in northern Rakhine. Half a dozen such committees have been convened so far; none has determined anything substantive.

Meanwhile, the country’s leadership continues to deny there was any state-sponsored campaign to remove the Rohingya from Myanmar.

At one swollen river crossing, a few Rohingya ventured through the murky water. We had gotten out of the car because it wasn’t clear whether the vehicle could manage the current, and an elderly woman, Suma Bibi, and her husband splashed by. I wanted to talk to her so we ducked under the roof of a border guard hut to escape the rain. She was shaking.

“I am afraid,” she whispered, jutting her chin at the armed policeman standing behind me. “I don’t want to be close to people like that.”

Ms. Bibi said she had tried unsuccessfully to escape to Bangladesh when her village was destroyed by fire.

“I want to leave,” she said. “But I cannot.”

We had with us an armed guard, Cpl. Ko Hla Phyu, who wasn’t pleased when we talked to Muslims or showed too much interest in the scorched wrecks of mosques. The corporal said he knew all about the “terrorists,” who had created havoc in northern Rakhine.

When the photographer with us, Adam Dean, defied his instructions and jumped out of the car to take pictures of a charred village, he remarked that if Adam’s head wasn’t bulletproof, it would be advisable to return to the car.

“I will lay down my life to make sure the terrorists don’t get my gun,” he said, cradling his battle rifle.

The final day of our government tour, we stopped at the Taung Pyo border between Myanmar and Bangladesh, where thousands of Rohingya have been caught behind barbed wire in a kind of buffer zone between the two countries. The Myanmar government claims Muslim militants operate from this narrow strip of territory, a charge these displaced Rohingya deny.

On earlier occasions, from the Bangladesh side, I had talked with Dil Mohammed, the leader of this marooned community. Mr. Mohammed had gone to the University of Yangon, Myanmar’s finest. He once had a nice house. Now he was stateless, homeless and soaked by the monsoons and the occasional surge of sewage.

But he laughed when he saw me peering through the fence from Myanmar.

“Before, you were on that side,” Mr. Mohammed said in his courtly English, pointing to Bangladesh. “Now you are on this side.”

A Myanmar border guard shifted the aim of his muzzle, and Mr. Mohammed stepped aside into a squelch of mud.

“But I am still here in the same place,” he added. “Do you think that will ever change?”

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Exiled son of Yemen’s Saleh takes up anti-Houthi cause

A Houthi militant reacts as he sits on a tank after the death of Yemen’s former president Ali Abdullah Saleh in Sanaa, Yemen December 4, 2017. REUTERS/Khaled Abdullah TPX IMAGES OF THE DAY

December 5, 2017

By Sami Aboudi and Noah Browning

SANAA/DUBAI (Reuters) – The powerful exiled son of Yemen’s slain ex-president Ali Abdullah Saleh vowed on Tuesday to lead a campaign against the Houthi movement that killed his father after he switched sides in the civil war.

The intervention by Ahmed Ali Saleh, a former leader of the elite Republican Guard once seen as a likely successor to his father, gives the anti-Houthi movement in Sanaa a potential figurehead, after a week of fighting that saw the Houthis rout Saleh’s supporters in the capital.

Yemen’s war, pitting the Iran-allied Houthis who control Sanaa against a Saudi-led military alliance backing a government based in the south, has brought what the United Nations calls the world’s worst humanitarian crisis.

The world body says millions of people may die in one of the worst famines of modern times, caused by warring parties blocking food supplies.

Saleh had helped the Houthis win control of much of the country’s north including Sanaa, and his decision to switch allegiances and abandon the Houthis in the past week was the most dramatic change on the battlefield in years. But the Houthis swiftly crushed a pro-Saleh uprising in the capital and shot him dead in an attack on his convoy.

Tens of thousands of Houthi supporters staged a rally in the capital on Tuesday to show support for their leader and celebrate the death of Saleh. They chanted slogans against Saudi Arabia and its allies.

Mahmoud Ali al-Houthi, head of the movement’s Revolutionary Committee, denied allegations that the group was executing members of Saleh’s party after their capture: “We have been treating some of Saleh’s sons and we haven’t executed them,” he told the crowd.

Sanaa saw no fresh fighting on Tuesday after five days of combat that the Red Cross said killed more than 230 people. The Saudi-led coalition struck the city with 25 air strikes overnight, but U.N. and Red Cross aid flights were able to land at the airport, U.N. humanitarian coordinator in Yemen Jamie McGoldrick said.

“People are now emerging from their houses after five days being locked down basically as prisoners,” McGoldrick told a U.N. briefing by phone from Sanaa. “They are now seeking safety, moving their families in case things erupt again and at the same time seeking medical treatment and trying to pacify very terrified kids who have endured five days of relentless shelling, shooting and ground fire and air strikes.”

The Saudi cabinet, in a statement that did not mention Saleh by name, said it hoped the Sanaa uprising against the Houthis would “help rid sisterly Yemen of repression, death threats, … explosions and seizure of private and public property”.

DANCING ON SNAKES

The death of Saleh, who once compared ruling Yemen to dancing on the heads of snakes, deepens the complexity of the multi-sided war.

Much is likely to depend on the future allegiances of his loyalists, who had previously helped the armed Houthi group, which hails from the Zaidi branch of Shi’ite Islam that ruled a thousand-year kingdom in northern Yemen until 1962.

In a statement sent to Reuters by an aide, his son said his father was killed at “the hands of the enemies of God and the country”. Ahmed Ali said he would “confront the enemies of the homeland and humanity, who are trying to obliterate its identity and its gains and to humiliate Yemen and Yemenis”.

In an earlier statement carried by Saudi state media, Ahmed Ali said he would lead “the battle until the last Houthi is thrown out of Yemen … the blood of my father will be hell ringing in the ears of Iran.”

The Arabian peninsula’s poorest country, Yemen is one of the most violent fronts in a proxy war between Saudi Arabia and Iran, who have also backed opposing sides in Syria, Iraq and elsewhere across the Middle East.

TIPPING THE BALANCE

The Saudi-led coalition appears to have been counting on Saleh’s decision to switch sides to tip the balance of the war.

Saleh, who ruled in Sanaa from 1978-2012, had a strong following in Yemen, including army officers and armed tribal leaders who once served under him.

During the years the ex-president was allied to the Houthis, Yemeni political sources say Ahmed Ali was living incommunicado under house arrest at a guarded villa in the UAE capital Abu Dhabi, where he had served as ambassador.

The UAE is a key member of the mostly Gulf Arab alliance that sees the Houthis as a proxy of their arch-enemy Iran. The Gulf countries had struggled to make gains against the Houthi-Saleh alliance despite thousands of air strikes backed by Western arms and intelligence. They have used their air and sea power to tightly restrict imports, action that the United Nations says could lead to mass hunger.

Ahmed Ali may be the family’s last chance to win back influence. A nephew of the former leader, Tareq Mohammed Abdullah Saleh, a senior military commander, was also killed during clashes with the Houthis, Saleh’s party said on Tuesday.

Residents reported that fighting had subsided but that Saudi-led coalition jets pounded several targets, including the downtown presidential palace where a governing body led by Houthi-Saleh politicians had regularly convened.

The Houthi leader, Abdul Malek al-Houthi, hailed Saleh’s death in a speech on Monday as a victory against a treasonous conspiracy by Yemen’s Saudi enemies and called for Tuesday’s mass rally at a parade ground near the site of the air strikes.

In the southern city of Aden, where the Saudi-backed government is based, residents set off fireworks and expressed joy. Saleh was hated throughout southern Yemen after he launched a war to unify the country in 1994, lobbing ballistic missiles at the city.

But his legacy is mixed. He is still loved in much of the north and many supporters will bear a grudge towards his killers. Some feared Saleh’s death would only create more instability in Yemen.

“We expect things will get worse for us. This will be the beginning of a new conflict and more bloodshed. The war will not end soon,” said Aswan Abdu Khalid, an academic at the psychology department at the University of Aden.

(Reporting by Noah Browning and Sami Aboudi in Dubai, and by Reuters journalists in Sanaa and Aden; Editing by Michael Georgy and Peter Graff)

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