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[s0fter-sin]

thinking about the way ghost doesn't hesitate to start killing shadows when graves betrays them but soap only takes one hostage

you can almost hear the voice in his head telling him it doesn't have to be this way; they can still talk it out

"i'm calling shepherd"

his first instinct when confronted with betrayal is to play it by the books: to go up the chain. that goes against everything we've seen him do. he bucks authority at every chance except for the one time he's confronted with the barrels of his allies' guns

he wants a peaceful resolution; for the first time we've ever seen, he doesn't want violence to be the answer. there has to be another fix, a solution that doesn't end with him killing the same men he's been working with; his friends

nothing's happened yet

it doesn't have to go this way

but ghost has been betrayed before. he knows the way this ends; either with him six feet under or his enemy

he doesn't hesitate

it's only when they knock alejandro out that soap shoots; when they spill the first blood and cross a line they can never come back from

only when ghost orders him to run and he has to cover his retreat

and somewhere along the line, between civilians’ screams and taunting voices, between his shaking breath and ghost steady in his ear, that naivety is stripped away; his trust turned to teeth that he uses to sink into throats of men he'd have given his life for

"be careful who you trust, sergeant; people you know can hurt you the most"

he's learned the price of trust

just like ghost did

but unlike ghost, he has someone to guide him through the aftermath

"good advice, It"

[coolkidalex413]

Like two ships passing in the night

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[lesboytistic]

HUH WHAT

like on the surface i understand the joke being that this confirmed alive man who literally posted a new video like 20hrs ago at the time of posting this is dead but literally why does tiktok appear to CONFIRM this as truth

like how did this even START what was the first death claim how/why did people even start to make this joke claim that he’s dead and WHY IS IT TO THE POINT THAT TIKTOK ITSELF BELIEVES IT AND ATTEMPTS TO CONFIRM IT

[blazingspirit]

Since Twitter's got one foot in the grave I need to memorialize the only tweet that matters so I can turn to it in times of turmoil.

[existentialismee]

@leafslash​​ said:

*↪              "Kimihiro, come here a moment," he beckons softly, in hopes to draw him out from kitchen and into the soft glow of their fireplace lit living room. It was like Kimihiro to thrust himself into a task for the sake of others, and Christmas dinner was certainly no exception to this rule. They had cooked together, standing elbow to elbow at the counter while covered in flour, weightless with laughter and high spirits. It was some time ago that Ashton had excused himself for just a moment, and it's now that he leads him to their couch where a lovingly wrapped gift awaits him.

"I have something for you," Ashton begins, his brows pinching together with a sheepish smile. "Or... I guess you can already see that, can't you. But it's something I wanted you to have. You can open it, if you like."

Should Kimihiro undo its delicate twine and lift open the box... He would be met with Spirale's finest silk. Unfurling the garment reveals a single silk kimono, a deep and rich midnight black. One could almost overlook the subtly embroidered cherry blossom branches laid upon its sleeves, but Kimihiro, the caring and attentive eye that he was, Ashton trusted would notice it. "I saw it, and... wanted to see what you'd look like in it. I knew it would amaze me."

He reaches forward, running an admiring thumb over the embroidered design.

"Why this pattern, well... It reminded me of certain place that's special to me—and you, too. It's a memory I don't think I'll ever forget." Ashton pauses, eyes a gentle green. They seek out Kimihiro's over the leaping light of the fireplace. "What do you think of it?"

The gentle call of his name interrupts a sigh from Watanuki's lips, exhaling a breath of air to try and move a single strand of hair from his eyes whilst his hands remained busy preparing dinner for himself and Ashton. He thought nothing of the other excusing himself for a moment, continuing on with the task of cleaning the playful mess they'd created-- but as soon as he heard the other's voice, Watanuki made motion to wash his hands; drying them off with a towel before rounding the corner into the living room.

And before a question could even form on his lips, they were immediately silenced by the sight before him; surprise lighting his features only momentarily until they eased into gentle wonderment. It was difficult to prevent the smile slowly tugging at the corners of his mouth, but Watanuki felt it unnecessary to even try; eventually finding his place next to Ashton's side as he sat next to him on their couch.

"Was this your plan all along for tonight, then?" but there is no accusatory tone to his voice-- only adoration in the form of a tease as the shopkeeper chuckles, almost gingerly taking the package from Ashton as he ran his fingers over the simple, yet well-meaning wrapping. "You're becoming more and more sneaky as the years go by, Ashton.. though, of course, I would be more than happy to open it."

The twine is undone with a gentle pull, smoothing his hands past the paper to lift the lid of the box-- and as soon as he does, Watanuki immediately stills, the sight of its contents silencing him almost completely.

He simply sits, staring at the kimono as Ashton explains his reasoning for buying it; as his calloused fingers run over the beautiful design adorning the sleeves, his voice full of the love he showed to Watanuki each day that they spent together. Lips parted ever so slightly, the expression on Watanuki's face remained soft.. but his throat felt tight, as the corners of his eyes threatened to grow damp; remaining quiet as his own hands eventually traced along the silk he could almost see his reflection in.

".. it's beautiful."

They moved further, finding the outlines of the cherry blossoms-- the ones that held such similarity to the park where the two of them had admitted their feelings for one another. Ashton had put so much thought into this, and it was evident without him even having to explain; but Watanuki remained speechless, his head dipping downwards ever so slightly.

"Of course.. I could never forget it, either. That place.. even if it is no longer here, it's something I think of often.. and when I wear this, I'll continue to even moreso."

Eventually, his hand shifted, finding Ashton's to weave their fingers together.

"When I arrived here.. I could have never known how much this world would come to mean to me-- but it is something so incredibly precious, something I hold dear.. all because you are by my side."

When his head raised again, Watanuki could no longer hide the misty look in his eyes; leaning forward to capture Ashton's lips in a gentle, chaste kiss. His free hand raised, brushing gently against the warmth of Ashton's cheek.. until he parted, revealing a small smile that had returned to his features.

".. my gift.. pales in comparison to yours. If I could give you the world, free of consequence.. I hope you know that I would do so. Without question."

".. but even if that is not within my power.. you will still always hold all of me. No matter if it is here, or in a place I cannot reach you-- you are apart of my life that cannot be changed.. and I will be grateful for that for the rest of my life."

"Thank you, Ashton."

"I love you."

[whisperingwinters]

HOLY SHIT ITS THE HIMBO POST

So there’s this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And I’m sitting there sweating because like… I’m wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and he’s the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say ‘I can and will kill you’. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes, “So. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?”

To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went, “You get it.”

I said, “Yep.” He fistbumped me, and on went our lives.

[magic-can]

Senators are going to vote on whether or not we should continue to send aid to Israel on Wednesday, November 13th. Call them, bombard their phone lines with calls. Every fucking day. We have a chance of doing something about this.

EDIT: the vote will be the week after the 13th, so as of today, the 14th, we still have time to call them

While you are at it, please share @zinaanqar ‘s campaign (link here)

[sabertoothwalrus]

modern au laios

[s0fter-sin]

09 ghost sleeps curled up as tight as possible; knees tucked to his chest, arms wrapped protectively around them, wedged into the corner against the wall. anything he can to try and feel secure

that doesn't change when he finally starts staying after sex with mactavish; even with mactavish there he just can't let himself relax. can’t convince himself that he’s safe

mactavish notices; of course he does, he notices everything about riley

that's why he also notices when it starts to change

months pass and riley stops tucking his arms under his legs, instead just loosely holding them to his chest. then his legs start to relax, slowly spreading out until mactavish can fit his arm between them and his chest for riley to latch onto

it takes years, unwinding muscle by muscle before he finally sleeps splayed out across the bed. he doesn't shove himself into the corner anymore

instead, he trusts mactavish; trusts him to have his back, trusts his bulk to hide him from anyone that would burst through the door

he sleeps better with mactavish's arm slung over his waist, his stomach pressing into his back and legs tangled through his own, than he ever did curled into the corner

[thespyglassofvision]

I saw 36 and i like yellow but idk maybe I'm just an outlier. It is abnoxiously bright to me, I just don't mind that

EDIT: Also according to Snopes (https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/people-4th-retinal-cone/)

This is untrue and the test doesnt actually tell you whether you're tetrachromatic, and it's much less common than 25%. Which is sad, because it'd be cool if this was true

25% of the people have a 4th cone and see colors as they are

Given the sudden interest for the color of dresses and vision, here some of the fascinating findings we did recently.

The color nuances we see depend on the number and distribution of cones (=color receptors) in our eye. You can check this rainbow: how many color nuances do you count?

You see less than 20 color nuances: you are a dichromats, like dogs, which means you have 2 types of cones only. You are likely to wear black, beige, and blue. 25% of the population is dichromat.

You see between 20 and 32 color nuances: you are a trichromat, you have 3 types of cones (in the purple/blue, green and red area). You enjoy different colors as you can appreciate them. 50% of the population is trichromat.

You see between 33 and 39 colors: you are a tetrachromat, like bees, and have 4 types of cones (in the purple/blue, green, red plus yellow area). You are irritated by yellow, so this color will be nowhere to be found in your wardrobe. 25% of the population is tetrachromat.

You see more than 39 color nuances: come on, you are making up things! there are only 39 different colors in the test and probably only 35 are properly translated by your computer screen anyway :)

It is highly probable that people who have an additional 4th cone do not get tricked by blue/black or white/gold dresses, no matter the background light ;)

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[coolkidalex413]

Drew Chappell Roan but horse.....Chappell Pone if you will

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[save-mohamed-family]

My campaign is verified and added to the Gaza Donations page with number 192.

Thank you for documenting my campaign from the following accounts:

@sar-soor @heba-20 @el-shab-hussein @90-ghost @soon-palestine@ibtisams @marnota @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @i-am-aprl @northgazaupdates @fallahifag @fairuzfan

I love you all 🙏🙏♥️🌹

I am Mohammed Almanasra, 32 years old, married, and a father of three children: Abdulrahman, 6 years old, Sarah, 4 years old, and Lina, 3 years old.

My story began with the loss of my parents and four of my sisters, who were bombed and lost their lives along with their children after the events of October 7 and the severe war on Gaza. Now, I am facing a severe injury to my leg, which is at risk of amputation if I do not receive the necessary treatment. My wife, children, and I are displaced, without parents or siblings, and my wife is also suffering from uterine cancer.

Recently, I moved to the south of the Gaza Strip, fearing for the lives of my children. We left behind our memories and our new home, for which we had not finished paying the installments, in addition to losing my job. Currently, I live in a tent that does not protect me from the heat of summer or the cold of winter, and without the minimum necessary livinng basics including water, food medical care, clothe and even bedding .

I suffer from a chronic asthma and severe attacks from tightness and an extreme allergy in the ear and I need medicine that are not available, or very expensive .

Under these difficult circumstances, after five attempts at displacement and narrowly escaping death from the bombing, I am trying with all my might to protect my family, the most precious thing I have.

My dreams were shattered, and my house was destroyed, and I found myself living in a tent no larger than 4 square metres. My work turned from a tailor to a street vendor in order to barely buy a few crumbs of bread to feed my children.

Look at what happened to my children because of the intense heat and the insects that thrive in the summer season. Every day, I take them to the hospital to treat them due to poisonous insect bites. I implore every kind-hearted soul to help me protect my children.

My son, Abdul Rahman, has a deep passion for playing football and is a devoted fan of Real Madrid. He always dreamed of playing football at his school, but the war prevented this dream from coming true.

Where are you, Real Madrid fans ?

Help Abdul Rahman achieve his dream.

Every donation will make an enormous difference in helping me save my family.

I feel very sad and embarrassed to ask for help, but I have no other options left. I know that this request is difficult, but I also know that there is still humanity and living consciences and I believe in miracles.

Your support during this extremely difficult time will give us hope in the midst of devastation and despair.

If you have any inquiries or questions, feel free to ask me, please!

To everyone with a compassionate heart,

To all who understand the essence of humanity,

This is a message from my innocent children, who trust that their words will reach everyone who truly understands the meaning of childhood.

We cry out to you, asking you to feel our sorrow and pain, and to extend a helping hand to us in this time when we are in desperate need of your mercy and compassion.

My name is being repeatedly added to many public and private donation campaigns. Please, be a support for me in this difficult situation.

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/u/0/d/1yYkNp5U3ANwILl2MknJi9G7ArY4uVTEEQ1CVfzR8Ioo/htmlview

Sincere greetings & thanks

Mohammed & the family

[great-and-small]

When I was in vet school I went to this one lecture that I will never forget. Various clubs would have different guest lecturers come in to talk about relevant topics and since I was in the Wildlife Disease Association club I naturally attended all the wildlife and conservation discussions. Well on this particular occasion, the speakers started off telling us they had been working on a project involving the conservation of lemurs in Madagascar. Lemurs exist only in Madagascar, and they are in real trouble; they’re considered the most endangered group of mammals on Earth. This team of veterinarians was initially assembled to address threats to lemur health and work on conservation solutions to try and save as many lemur species from extinction as possible. As they explored the most present dangers to lemurs they found that although habitat loss was the primary problem for these vulnerable animals, predation by humans was a significant cause of losses as well. The vets realized it was crucial for the hunting of lemurs by native people to stop, but of course this is not so simple a problem.

The local Malagasy people are dealing with extreme poverty and food insecurity, with nearly half of children under five years old suffering from chronic malnutrition. The local people have always subsisted on hunting wildlife for food, and as Madagascar’s wildlife population declines, the people who rely on so-called bushmeat to survive are struggling more and more. People are literally starving.

Our conservation team thought about this a lot. They had initially intended to focus efforts on education but came to understand that this is not an issue arising from a lack of knowledge. For these people it is a question of survival. It doesn’t matter how many times a foreigner tells you not to eat an animal you’ve hunted your entire life, if your child is starving you are going to do everything in your power to keep your family alive.

So the vets changed course. Rather than focus efforts on simply teaching people about lemurs, they decided to try and use veterinary medicine to reduce the underlying issue of food insecurity. They supposed that if a reliable protein source could be introduced for the people who needed it, the dependence on meat from wildlife would greatly decrease. So they got to work establishing new flocks of chickens in the most at-risk communities, and also initiated an aggressive vaccination program for Newcastle disease (an infectious illness of poultry that is of particular concern in this area). They worked with over 600 households to ensure appropriate husbandry and vaccination for every flock, and soon found these communities were being transformed by the introduction of a steady protein source. Families with a healthy flock of chickens were far less likely to hunt wild animals like lemurs, and fewer kids went hungry. Thats what we call a win-win situation.

This chicken vaccine program became just one small part of an amazing conservation outreach initiative in Madagascar that puts local people at the center of everything they do. Helping these vulnerable communities of people helps similarly vulnerable wildlife, always. If we go into a country guns-blazing with that fire for conservation in our hearts and a plan to save native animals, we simply cannot ignore the humans who live around them. Doing so is counterintuitive to creating an effective plan because whether we recognize it or not, humans and animals are inextricably linked in many ways. A true conservation success story is one that doesn’t leave needy humans in its wake, and that is why I think this particular story has stuck with me for so long.

(Source 1)

(Source 2- cool video exploring this initiative from some folks involved)

(Source 3)

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[troythecatfish]

[s0fter-sin]

catholic soap and the church being the rv point makes me absolutely feral. just the church being foreshadowed when alejandro is driving them through las almas, subconsciously you feel the weight of it; you know something about it is important. and then soap is wounded; he’s betrayed and alone and you understand

this is where soap needs to go. this is where he’ll be safe. this is his salvation. this giant beacon he can see for miles, where ghost keeps telling him to go and he fights with everything he has to get to it

but then soap finally makes it… and it’s overrun. it’s been desecrated by shadows. it isn’t safe. but soap still gets this sense of relief; not because he’s at the church but because he’s with ghost. and you realise; the entire time it wasn’t the church he was pushing towards, wasn’t the church that would grant him safety

it was ghost

thinkin about how soap, who grew up a devout catholic, may have felt when he arrived at the church in las almas. he’s halfway to death’s door, committed more sins tonight alone than most do in a lifetime. there’s blood on his hands and only some of it is his own. he can see ghost, his savior, through the gates, and he thinks there’s probably a metaphor there, but he’s too hopped up on adrenaline and blood loss to think about it. for a moment he feels like a kid again, except instead of praying for good grades or sisters that don’t make fun of him, he’s praying that he makes it out of there alive.

then ghost vaults himself over the gate like a fucking cat, and they’re moving again. soap feels a bullet graze himself somewhere but he barely even registers it. he wishes he had had time to go inside the church. he hadn’t been in years- his prayers had long since been confined to his shitty bed in the barracks.

ghost is yanking him by the wrist to cover and it feels like holding hands to say grace over dinner.