anyway in the past week the irish government has voted down two motions which would have condemned the genocide in gaza.
i need everyone to stop lionising ireland as if its not also a european government with strong ties to the us. american weapons pass through shannon airport and will continue to, because yesterday the motion to stop that was voted down 83 to 50.
other governments have done much more but somehow people still act as though ireland is the ultimate palestinian ally and exempt from criticism on its handling of palestine bc it was once colonised, even though that past experience clearly isnt being taken into account by the irish government when creating policy.
i live here i know there’s a lot of public support and sympathy for palestine, which is great, but that isnt reflected in government, and i think ireland should be treated like other countries whose governments have done nothing.
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A Wild Battinson (Social Media AU)
Part 43 (Masterlist)
(Part 44)
Me, to myself: I just think the series was better when I posted several times a week because the pacing felt more natural, and it translates better when people binge it.
Also Me, holding two jobs and a bat: If you try to post once a day again, I will disconnect your head from your shoulders—
@bruciemilf guess who’s back
Anyways, folks! :D So I'm thinking of a new upload schedule where I spend a bit preparing the next ten or so parts then post it all in two weeks? I think that would be fun (and much better for my creative process.)
I’ll be posting the next part very soon :) But it's going to be drastically different from what I've done before. Let’s see if anyone can guess why.
Yada yada don’t die LOVE Y’ALL
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charlie kelly is really the dude ever made. I've never seen another character in any media exude the same weirdness he does. It's not a bad weirdness it's just charlies type of weirdness. he thinks he has seen ghouls.he has bitten santa claus in the neck. he tortured a random guy because he thought it was a leprechaun. he's a musical savant. he looks like a butch lesbian whenever he has a tank top on. he really likes cats. he's somehow a genius at managing the worst bar in philadelphia. he likes magnets. he's the prettiest mf ever. he has been wearing the same green jacket for 18 years straight. he didn't even know pineapples were a thing. he eats stickers all the time. there's a good chance he's covered in grime.he was immediately ready to kill himself when mac's dad was released from prison before considering any other option. he faked his own death with a shitty video where he and his boy best friend do a thelma and louise reference. denim chicken. he has hallucinations. he can't write in english but can both write and speak irish. he is everything to me.
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18+ CONTENT — MDNI. warnings -> f!reader, dubcon [sex pollen], light degradation.
gaz trying to fight off a horny, fever inducing drug is always something to consider… the funny thing is that he knew in his heart and soul that this mission wouldn’t fare well. partly because he feels the need to keep an eye on you the entire time. although you insisted that isn’t necessary, you know what you’re doing.
sure enough after one wrong turn and fateful roll of dice, you two are crammed in a small room, panting and huffing under your gear— whatever the pair of you have been inhaled has started coursing through your bodies, making your stomachs tingle with heady lust. you feel like you're stinging, from the inside out. all the while you can see the muscles and veins in gaz's arms flex every few minutes, fists clenching to help him keep his composure as much as possible.
“we can’t…” kyle begins—babbles— head lolling back against the wall behind him. it’s too fuckin’ hard; the ability to catch up with his own, racing thoughts and his achy cock. if his mind wasn’t so hazy he’d be rightfully embarrassed by the visible bulge in his cargos. “you know we can’t do this…”
but before he can blink, you’re crawling to him with other plans. he growls at you; venomous and angry and telling you to stay away. you're already growing dangerously close, parking yourself right in front of him. close enough to have him exhaling deeply, and he's so bloody high he feel like he can smell your arousal.
he’s never seen you make those eyes before. they’re half lidded yet sparkling, full of pure desperation. in your defense you’re nearly wet enough for it to start soaking through your pants. it hurts, how empty you feel… you awkwardly shuffle on your knees as yet another ache settles in your cunt. the cotton of your panties clings to your folds uncomfortably.
“sergeant, please.”
the room becomes even more blurry in a split second.
you squeak as he yanks you into his lap. you swear you can see his pupils become more blown out, there's a dangerous glimmer in the dark pool onlf his irises. the second you feel his body against your own, you moan. like you're in heat. you don’t recognize your own voice. not even one bit. there isn’t much time to think about it— you both can't get your pants off quick enough, and gaz growls while his fingers fuck around with your belt. the moment his hand is in your panties you go limp against his chest, singing out whines into his shoulder as those two gifted, rough fingers circle over your neglected clit.
“nasty, nasty girl.” he spits out, but he’s still helping you tug every layer of fabric down your heated, trembling thighs, helping you ease yourself onto his cock in mere seconds because your messy cunt surely doesn’t need any prep. don’t need to draw this out any longer. “begging your sergeant to fuck you… should be ashamed, darling.”
as if he hasn’t been daydreaming about your pussy being wrapped around his heavy cock for the past hour.
“fuuuck— that’s it, baby.” he coos to you, but you both know you’re not doing any work. it’s all him that’s making you whimper into his strong chest. you’re unable to say or do much. not when you’re more than happy letting gaz guide you every which way he wants, bouncing you up and down on his thick cock until you cream up and make such a mess on him. the sight makes his eyes roll back into his head, completely forgetting that you two are under the influence of god knows what with no idea how long it could last.
gaz fully concedes; you two can have your fun, and no one really has to know for now.
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Ghost has a massive soft spot when it comes to kids and really only kids. He feels for them, and it bothers him to no end if he sees a kid being treated unfairly in any way.
Soap assumes that Ghost wouldn't really like kids, or at the very least by uncomfortable or uncertain with them being around, but he's FLOORED by the smack in the face of how wrong he was.
He brings Ghost around to meet his family for one reason or another (fake-dating, """just as friends""", officially dating, whatever floats your boat for the meeting The family trope LMAO), and his whole family is there. He's partially expecting Ghost to bail at the first opportunity that shows itself, and he doesn't blame him seeing all the chaos. Instead, he sees ghost begin interacting with his neices and nephews as soon as all the greetings have been gotten over with, and from what he can tell they all love ghost already.
Soap's sister walks right up beside her dumbfounded brother and gives him a nudge, saying something along the lines of "you just lost your status as the favorite uncle." Soap of course curses her out and shoo's her away, but he isn't really bothered at all by the idea of that. Not when Simon looks so happy telling stories and giving life advice to the kiddos, their faces sparkling with wonder.
When the gathering has quieted down, and people have begun returning to their own homes or wherever they were staying Soap pulls Ghost aside to have a moment with him.
"I never thought you'd be so good with kids L.T., I thought it would be the opposite really." Soap would say, and Ghost would give him a whisful expression before turning away.
"I know I don't seem it, but I was-... I am a family man at heart" Simon would admit, quiet and spoken out into the night, almost as if Soap wasn't supposed to hear the admission.
"It looks good on you Simon." Soap would state simply. "I think I ought to bring you round with my family more often, you're the kid's favorite uncle now after all."
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