#terorist

[ikicihansaadeti]

[zoranphoto]

Kaos u Tel Avivu: Palestinski terorist se autom zabio u hrpu ljudi

  Najmanje pet osoba je ozlijeđeno ili poginulo u palestinskom napadu automobilom, javljaju izraelski mediji. Navodno je palestinski terorist neutraliziran odmah po napadu, a odgovornost za napad preuzela je palestinska militantna skupina Hamas. Neki izvještaji govore da je petero osoba poginulo, a da ih je najmanje deset ozlijeđeno     Kako piše Sky News, a prenosi Jutarnji, u napadu nožem je stradala i najmanje jedna osoba.   Ovaj napad dolazi u razdoblju novih napetosti. Najmanje je troje djece među deset ubijenih nakon napada izraelskih snaga na izbjeglički kamp u palestinskom gradu Dženinu, priopćio je humanitarni ured UN-a. Svjetska zdravstvena organizacija priopćila je da su hitne službe spriječene ući u kampove kako bi liječile ozlijeđene. #BREAKING: Reports of a ramming attack in Tel Aviv - 5 injured pic.twitter.com/eD6grRz2Xd — Amichai Stein (@AmichaiStein1) July 4, 2023 Tisuće ljudi pobjeglo je iz kampa na okupiranoj Zapadnoj obali nakon što je Izrael u ponedjeljak pokrenuo smrtonosnu vojnu operaciju u Dženinu. BBC javlja da je odgovornost za napad preuzeo Hamas. Dobili su i izjavu te palestinske militantne skupine i njezina glasnogovornika Muhammada Hamadeha. 🔴 #BREAKING: pelo menos 7 civis israelitas ficaram feridos num ataque terrorista em #Telaviv. Enquanto as FDI estão a operar para manter a estabilidade no campo de #Jenin, atacando as infraestruturas terroristas, os nossos civis estão, consequentemente, a ser alvo do… pic.twitter.com/r9Jsm7NdBe — Israel em Portugal (@IsraelinPT) July 4, 2023 Kaže da je 'herojski' napad u Tel Avivu dio 'prirodnog odgovora na masakr palestinskog naroda' te da je u pitanju 'legitimna samoobrane protiv kršenja svih ljudskih normi od strane izraleskog okupatora'. Dalje stoji: 'Okupator se mora pripremiti za prebrojavanje svojih mrtvih i ranjenih, jer krv naše djece nije jeftina'.     Seven people reported injured in a car ramming attack at Rozen street in Tel Aviv. Major police presence on the ground, details are still incoming. The assailant was shot, he appears to be from south of Hebron in the West Bank. Updates on @i24NEWS_EN pic.twitter.com/ggm0mDnxPF — Pia Steckelbach (@PiaSteckelbach) July 4, 2023 Tportal.hr Read the full article

[ilmiyyat1453]

Vietnam Savaşı boyunca bir adam her gece Beyaz Saray önünde tek mumla protesto yaptı.

Bir gece bir muhabir yanına gelip “Bu küçük protestonuzun gerçekten bir şeyi değiştireceğine inanıyor musunuz?” diye sordu.

Adam: “Ben buraya onları değiştirmek için değil, onlar beni değiştiremesin diye geliyorum. İnsanlığımı benden alamasınlar, kendim insan kalabileyim diye.”

(Olayın tarihî sıhhati tartışılır, ancak hisse alınması gereken bir hâdisedir.)

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Look #mothers what Israel is doing, still. Killing innocent people

[swagging-back-to]

tumblr is no different than any other misogynistic propaganda driven social media platform. it really isnt.

btw the exact same thing happens with anti kink tags vs violent fetishism tags that are Still allowed up.

wanna explain why this is? @staff

[okjuuzu]

I get why people are asking people to not ask for proof that rapes took place on oct 7, but if whats on stake is the lives if thousands including children its only fair to validate such claims. The israeli police have been trying to build cases for tapes however they lack credible witness testinomies, victim statements, DNA and forensic evidence or footage yet israel is using rape in its propaganda to further villanize palestenian resistance and punish gaza. Israel has been caught in like 50+ lies over 6 weeks yet it continues to push the rape narrative without real evidence and weaponize women and children's struggle. Yes believe women but where are the women? Where is the DNA evidence? Where are the police reports?

[gangrenetickween]

We always forget the pilots died too.

[femwizard]

I feel like there is something I must scream into the void. This is prolly not the most educated way to put together this take & I wouldn’t b surprised if it is subconsciously tied to some fucked up propaganda my country has subjected me too. In that vein I try not to directly consume mainstream news outlets. I keep a vague eye on the reporting from the intercept, and gather a lot from what my friends and mutuals post, but all that said I generally have my head under a rock. I lot of people are talking shit about Israel rn (with good reason) & other than the colonialism, ethnic cleansing, and overt cruelty that has been playing out for,,,,the past couple years? Decades? Since the end of the Second World War? I’m not exactly clear on what has Israel on everyone’s mind rn. It’s fucked up. It’s settler colonialism and it’s directly backed by the US government. Unfortunately the US also has a big hand in colonial projects all across the global south, with especially large effect in South America & east Asia. Who’s talking about the Philippines rn? What about Venezuela? The list goes on. It feels daunting and it’s important to have a focus on something in the face of everything and I’m glad people are crying out against the violence faced by the Palestinian people. It just feels like a very Eurocentric conflict, that feels comfortable for a lot of people to weigh in on due to the accessibility of Judaism and the largely white face of Jewish people in the states. Basically my thesis is don’t forget this is a global issue, and the most effective thing you can do is build local community to make your own life materially better.

[rigil-kentauris]

daedalus time

[generallemarc]

Reblog if you are a Christian who refuses to let the illiberal left and the theocratic terrorists use your faith to stir hatred against Jews.

[inprimalinie]

Analiză Geopolitika.ru: SUA, sponsor al terorismului mondial

Statele Unite ale Americii, ca parte a politicilor lor globaliste, au subordonat complet sau sunt chiar la originea majorității organizațiilor teroriste din întreaga lume. În ultimele decenii, instrumentul terorii a suferit mai multe transformări, rămânând întotdeauna în serviciul globalismului american. Dacă mai devreme terorismul era considerat o anumită abatere, o abatere de la formele…

[morningmantra]

Poonch attack: Pak-China plot..? 30 terrorists killed in Poonch sector!

The Indian Army estimates that around 25 to 30 terrorists have been killed in the Poonch sector. A massive operation was undertaken to find their trace.

The Indian Army estimates that around 25 to 30 terrorists have been killed in the Poonch sector. A massive operation was undertaken to find their trace. Internet Desk: The Poonch attack by terrorists on military vehicles carrying soldiers has once again created a disturbance. It seems that the terrorists have carried out this attack with a well-planned plan. The Indian Army estimates that around…

[ivovynckier]

How do you make Palestine free "from the river to the sea"?

Tucson (AZ) knows!

[cynicalclassicist]

Some people are so drunk on delusion that they swallowed Trump's lies and cheered on his coup attempt. And even after this they want Trump in power. Either they were stupid enough to believe that there wasn't a coup attempt, or they're fine with it, thus proving their hatred of democratic processes.

[uraandri]

AT LEAST WE GAVE THEM TO SLOVENIA

[riverbutghost]

Stop The Pain

Pairings: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Even though you weren’t supposed to be on the field, you were. And you weren’t alone. You got a rookie under your wing, and that was fine until you got shot.

Categories: Angst/ Fluff, happy ending

Warnings: Graphic language, blood, wound, military stuff, sexual themes. Also, Medic!Reader.

The reader’s call sign is Pearl. I don’t know why.

A/N: This is my second fic and i’m over the moon with my first one aaaaggggh!! Anyway, happy reading lol, don’t forget to rb to support me :) still waiting for the day when someone’s gonna request something-but no complaining-

“Keep your eyes open, kid!”

You yelled over the storm, one hand pressing on his wound and the other trying to pull him by his arm. He was trying so hard not to close his eyes, but you knew it. You knew he was dying soon.

“C’mon, kid. Just a little, ugh, longer,” You huffed as the storm got stronger.

The mission was the hardest mission you’ve ever been to. And it was the first mission you had to use a knife to kill someone. A fucking knife. You were a medical professional after all, why would you need or use a knife to kill someone?

“I swear to God or whatever is above there-“ Your breath hitched and you stopped talking as a bullet pierced through your thigh. You pulled the rookie with you to somewhere safe, then looked at your thigh. It was bleeding.

Thankfully it wasn’t something fatal, but it still hurt. You looked at the kid, you were still holding him with one hand. You quickly retreated your other hand to his wound.

“Deep breaths, kiddo. You got this, I know you do.”

You checked your comm, but it wasn’t there. You suddenly started to feel helpless, useless.

“Shit, okay- you’re okay. We’re okay-“

He coughed blood, making you feel a lot worse.

“C’mon kid, just a little more, stay with me.”

He nodded his head but his eyes were blurring. You wanted to stop the war. It wasn’t fair.

“Talk to me. How old are you?” You said while trying so hard to stop the bleeding. You ripped your shirt, which was under your vest, and started pressing on his wound with it.

“I’m twenty two- this my first…” You nearly cried. this was his first mission, and he was dying. No, you said to yourself. You weren’t going to let him die, he had to live.

“You’re not going anywhere, buddy.” You tried so hard to reassure him, to let him know that he wasn’t dying soon. But he was.

“What the fuck?! “ You yelled when another bullet landed on the tree behind you. You wanted them dead, all of them. Fuckin’ terorists, you mumbled. Killing and torturing people, that’s what they fuckin’ do.

“Stay here, yeah? I’ll find a comm.” You told the kid. He nodded his head, trying not to drift away. You took his gun.

You stood up carefully, walked around the secure area that you found surprisingly. The area before you was almost empty. The keyword is almost.

You placed the sound suppressor on your gun, the rookie’s gun, and shot the enemy who was kneeling before a dead body. He didn’t even have a chance to look at you.

You quickly scanned the area and carefully kneeled down next to a dead body, which was wearing a balaclava. You figured it was someone on your team. You took the little piece and put it on your ear.

“Hello, is anyone there? It’s Pearl, I need immediate help. Please is anyone there?”

You were shaking now. You gripped your thigh, the pain making you more stressed than ever.

“Is anyone fuckin’ there! God damn it!” You yelled and stood up, going back to the rookie.

“Hey rookie, you good?” You swallowed the shakiness.

“Not- not a rookie. Soldier-“ He flinched and gave a shaky breath.

“Of course, just stay with me a little more, hm? ”

You were on the verge of tears now. No one was there. No one could help the kid. No one. You pressed your com.

“Please, I need help-“

A static voice came suddenly from the other line. You held your breath.

“Pearl, where are you?”

You relaxed a bit after hearing your lieutenant’s voice. He spoke in a cold manner, but you knew him. He was worried.

“S- Ghost, I don’t know I- We- The kid is dying- I-“

Your hands started shaking, your breath was limited. You tried to think about different things, but it was hard to do that in your situation right now.

“Are you hurt?”

“My t-thigh-“

“We’re comin’ , stay where you are ‘kay?“

You nodded your head stupidly. You looked down, the rookie was barely breathing.

“Hey kid, c’mon they’re coming!” You yelled and started tapping his cheek to wake him up.

He groaned but still didn’t open his eyes.

You were fully crying now. You didn’t know why were you crying. You’ve lost many many people in your life, some young some old, but this has never happened. Yes, you’ve shed a few tears but you’ve never felt like this.

“What’s your name, kid?” You wiped your nose on your sleeve.

He didn’t answer. You closed your eyes for a moment and when you looked at him, you checked his pulse with trembling hands.

He was gone.

Your shoulders dropped. Your eyes started producing more tears, if that was possible.

You gripped his dog tags and pulled them out. You looked at his name.

Theodore Moreau

You wipes your eyes then got up. No, you tried to, because there was a sudden pain that made you whimper and fall down again.

You had forgotten about your thigh.

You held your thigh, but your head was pounding. You weren’t sure if that was because of the shot. It was because of your panic attack.

You needed your Simon.

You cried harder at that thought, feeling selfish. But you needed him. Maybe he wasn’t thinking about you like that, but after that night you were sure you would talk to him about your feelings. Because losing someone was so easy at this point.

You closed your eyes, gritting your teeth and holding your wound.

You tried thinking about something else, something that would take you away.

You drifted away.

-

Simon was nauseous.

He was panicking inside, but didn’t show a single emotion on the outside.

Were you shot? Were you wounded? Did you need him?

He was angry.

Angry at Price for making you fight with the enemy. Angry at Soap for leaving your side to fight someone.

Angry at himself because you probably needed him and he wasn’t there.

Gaz looked at Price.

“Where are they? What if they’re both dead-“

“What? No way, yer aff yer heid.”

Simon shuddered at the thought.

“She’s not dead, Kyle.” Simon’s cold voice was heard. He had an authority, making Gaz shut up.

“We’ll look this way, and you’ll look thay way, got it?” Price spoke suddenly. Everyone agreed and went down the paths.

Simon thought about the first time he felt a thing towards you. It was three months ago.

-

You were cleaning Simon’s wound.

He was super close, you were super close. He was looking at your eyes while you were looking at his bicep. It was a sight.

You were a sight.

“You’re staring, Simon.”

His heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. It suited you.

How sweet would his name be if you moaned it. Just for him-

“Simon.”

He cleared his throat.

“Sorry, had a rough day.”

You smiled at him. That sweet innocent smile.

Fuck, he thought.

“It’s okay.” You continued working on him, your touch gentle.

“Am I hurting you?” You asked him with genuine concern.

He gulped.

“No, you’re not.”

You smiled again. He was feeling lightheaded all of a sudden.

“Well, that’s it. Come again if it starts to bleed, Simon.”

He sighed and nodded. You stood up from the medical bed, and washed your hands.

Simon wasn’t sure if he was okay.

“Simon are you sure you’re okay?” You asked him while removing your white uniform, which was something like an apron.

“I’m, yeah. I’m okay. I’ll just leave,” He stood up quickly.

Your face fall. Did you want him to stay?

“Okay, uhm…” You cleared your throat.

“Do you mind me coming to your room tonight?” You asked him innocently. His pants were tightening.

“What?” He found himself asking.

“Y’know, to- to look at your wound. If that’s okay for you?”

He was sweating now, wanting nothing more than taking off his mask.

“Yeah, yeah that would be okay.”

You licked your lips. He sighed. Don’t, he wanted to say. Don’t do that.

Your gaze fell to his pants, making him more uncomfortable. Your breath hitched and you gulped.

Your eyes met again.

“I’ll come tonight.” You said breathlessly. He nodded.

And he couldn’t wait for the night.

He was right to feel that way. Because he felt like he was born again that night.

-

“Ghost?”

He turned to Soap, shaking the images of you from his mind.

“Yes sergeant?”

Soap pressed his lips tighter than before.

“I know you care about her.” Simon felt claustrophobic all of a sudden.

“I-“

Soap held a hand for him to shut up.

“I know. And I know you’re my superior and I have to respect you, but you were super loud, Simon.”

Simon gave a slow breath. Soap cracked a smile.

“And I know she cares about you too. I saw how her breath hitched when she saw you on the treadmill.”

Simon smirked. But his smirk fell when he realized you weren’t with him. You were in God knows where, and he was talking about you and him and your relationship with Soap. He gulped.

“Focus, Soap. We have to find her.”

Soap nodded.

“We will.”

-

“Pearl!”

You immediately opened your eyes and looked around frantically.

“Oh my God! You’re alive.”

Price sighed and looked at your form.

“Price, I’m sorry. Couldn’t save him.” You said while trying so hard not to sob. He gave you a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay, he knew it was going to be a hard mission. He was a real soldier.”

You smiled weakly.

“Let’s get your wound cleaned up, yeah?” You nodded and let them take you to the truck.

“We’ll meet the helicopter in a second, Pearl.”

You nodded and clenched your jaw. The pain was starting to feel unbearable.

“Where is Simon?” You asked Gaz, who was holding you at the back. He scratched his neck.

“I’ll inform them.”

He held his comm.

“We found her, meet us in front of the heli.”

“Roger that.” Came Soap’s voice in a second.

You closed your eyes, finally feeling relaxed. You weren’t sure if you’d be mentally relaxed though.

-

-

-

You felt like an absolute shit when you woke up. You didn’t wake up because of the beeping or anything, you woke up out of nothing.

“Simon.”

Simon shifted his mask, you assumed, and turned around.

“Y’good?”

You nodded and swallowed.

It was pitch black other than the little lamp near you on the nightstand and it was comforting.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have been on the field in the first place. It’s our fault, and I’m sorry.”

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault, Simon.” You smiled reassuringly at him.

“It’s not gonna happen again, don’t worry.” Simon said while looking at the floor.

You put your hand on his, which was on your side.

“It’s okay, I got shot. Accidents happen.” He clenched his jaw.

“Not to you,” He said your real name in the end. It made you shiver.

“We lost that kid, sadly. What if that was you? I would’ve never forgiven myself.”

Your expression fell after the mention of the kid. You suddenly felt disappointed again, at yourself.

“I want to give his dog tags to his family.”

He reached out for your face, gloves already off. He stroked your cheek and you suddenly felt touch starved.

“Okay,” He mumbled, words vibrating his chest. You blushed.

“Don’t do that.” His hand found your lips, caressing them softly.

“What?” You said, meaning it.

“Don’t blame yourself.” You sighed.

He moved his hand to your chin and caressed there softly too. He was making you forget things, and you weren’t complaining.

“Can I see you?” He stopped caressing your face and took a deep breath.

“You don’t have to!” You suddenly said.

He took his mask off in a second. Your mouth was hung open.

“You’re really pretty, Simon.” You bit your lip, tilted your head. He felt his heart beat faster.

“Knock knock knock!! Pearl!”

A sudden voice was heard and Simon quickly put on his mask.

“How is our little Pearl?” Soap’s sickly sweet voice came in, behind him was Captain Price.

“I’m really good, actually .” You smiled at them softly then made eye contact with Simon.

“I’ll need assisting for a while, though.” You said mischievously. Soap laughed at that.

“Well, you sure need it.” Price said looking at Simon.

“Yeah, I’ll do it.” Simon rolled his eyes then got up.

“I gotta go, I’ll see you tonight?”

“You will.”

Simon got out, smacking Soap’s head on his way out. Gaz came in a second later, making you stop your chit chat.

“Well, that was disgusting. But I guess I won the bet!”

You rolled your eyes while laughing at their antics.

You couldn’t wait for the night.

Just like 3 months ago.

That was so rushed. I hate it tbh but this is my second fic and I’ll improve. I just feel like I can’t sum up my fics? Whatever, please like and rb if you liked it!!