Togatakinnie - Klaus

"I don't support it in real life"

Then stop normalizing it Then stop romanticizing it Then stop pretending it’s “hot” Then stop pretending it’s “cute”

If she has a million fans, I’m one of them. If she has one fan, it’s me. If she has no fans, that means I’m dead.

Help Newborn Trapped in Al-Mawasi Camp Evacuate

Hi guys, as you may recall, Wafaa (@wafans-blog) recently got in contact with her brother Muhammad and sister Shaima, who thankfully are unharmed with their spouses and children. Wafaa is verified on @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi's vetted spreadsheet (family number #171).

The campaign has been stagnating for more than 12 hours now, I cannot impress upon you more that this pair of brother and sister, who have 10 children in total, need your help to evacuate their children and keep them safe.

A trauma surgeon at a Khan Younis field hospital reported late last night that the iof repeatedly and fatally targets children by "firing directly at their head and chest" especially during this new round of offenses in Khan Younis. Please don't only be mobilized by tragedy. Help now.

Muhammad hopes that his newborn son, Salem, who only a few weeks old, can evacuate with Wafaa's family who has raised their evacuation fees. Salem is a priority concern because the overwhelmed hospital in Khan Younis does not have vaccines for him, making him especially susceptible to viral infections that have been spreading among the al-Mawasi camp.

To help the family achieve this, we need to raise $2,500 USD as soon as possible!! There has only been 6 donations in the past 11 hours. Currently $672 as of July 28 morning, that's $1,828 left to raise to save Salem!!

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I think if i put into words how happy this type of image makes me I would get diagnosed with something

can we have more hcs w young!reader :o they were so cute, do u think you could write like sparring w them or something, ty!!

✎ of course omggg <3 i love this concept whenever i see anyone else write this kind of thing with platonic young reader i eat that shit up !!! also merry christmas and happy last day of hannukah to all who celebrate!!

✎ tags : gender neutral!reader, written with 19 y/o reader in mind, all platonic relationships, fluff, young!reader is stereotypical gen z kinda, this is probably the most light-hearted thing i've ever written but there's separate angst at the end because i can't stop myself, as usual it's not really proofread

♡ so of course it takes awhile for you to come out of your shell around the rest of the 141. the previously youngest one of the group, kyle, is 7 whole years older than you, so it's a bit awkward at first.

♡ but once you're comfortable around them, you let your guard down a little and start letting your "regular" personality show instead of the "work" one. this involves bouncing-off-the-walls levels of energy and constant jokes and references that only kyle gets, and that's only sometimes. the other three guys just exchange a look and move on.

♡ you're constantly doing little dances and just fidgeting around, playing with anything you can get your hands on and always bouncing a leg (also never actually sitting like a normal person, price doesn't understand how you're comfortable most of the time). once, when it was just you and soap, you taught him a dance he thought looked fun, but made you promise to never tell anyone else. you told ghost as soon as you saw him next, and that was the first time you ever saw ghost smile (under the mask, of course, but you could tell).

♡ you don't really respect the more "arbitrary" boundaries; you would randomly take food off of the other guy's plates without asking and you always had to be invading someone's personal space. after lots of scolding and you acting like they were denying you a fundamental human right, they learned that it really was easier to just accept it and give up. you don't take food from ghost's plate, because you may be a little dumb sometimes but you aren't stupid. sometimes he shoves his leftovers in your direction if he notices you aren't eating as much that day.

♡ when you aren't terrorizing one of the 141 members, they keep an eye on you while you focus on whatever your latest interest is with an intensity that they'd only expect from you on actual life-or-death missions. it always causes soap some actual concern for you, but you just think it's because he can't sit still, ever.

♡ once, after you had all returned from a mission, you went into your room to shower, came out, got something to eat, then went into your room and proceeded to spend the next 3 days completing the newest pokemon game. full pokedex, awesome outfit, full level 100 team, you had it all, and you proudly shoved the switch screen in their faces to show them your achievements once you deemed yourself done. they learned you were a perfectionist pretty early on, while they took turns checking on you every few hours.

♡ you'll do the thing of casually dropping something horrible that happened to you into a conversation, as if it was just some silly thing that happened the other day. they all just kind of do a double take, because none of them actually talk about that stuff. you just look up from whatever app you were absently fiddling with on your phone and wonder why everyone went quiet; they just move on, as usual.

૮ ’• ˕ •` ა here, have some sparring headcanons now!

♡ when you and ghost sparred for the first time, you swore up and down he was out to break every bone in your body. he told price that it was the easiest he'd went on a recruit in years (he did also say you did much better than he expected). despite your complaints, you got back up every single time he knocked you on your ass, and you quickly adapted to the way ghost fought. you still didn't win a single round, but that was more of a him-being-really-big thing.

♡ soap only goes easy enough on you to not break any bones, but it doesn't take much to get him fired up, and sparring is no exception. you spend the entire session on the defensive, just trying to keep yourself all intact. you always lecture him that you aren't the actual goddamn enemy before you spar with him now while he rolls his eyes and says you're being dramatic.

♡ kyle claims he isn't going easy on you but everyone knows he is. he can't help it; usually he doesn't care that much when he accidentally actually hurts someone when sparring, but the thought of leaving a scar on you rubs him the wrong way. he doesn't ever tell anyone this, but everyone sees how he always acts like an older brother to you.

♡ you only actually spar with price once, mostly as a joke, after you're all more acquainted. you're acting all cocky, basically just saying he's old and you'll put him in the retirement home a couple years early. you're on your back in less than five seconds with him looking down at you, a loud laugh booming out of his chest.

♡ one time, ghost must have been sick or something, because the match ended with you making what would have been the killing blow in a real fight. you had stared in amazement at your achievement, then started yelling at the other guys to ask if they had seen what you had done. ghost let you have your victory, finding your astronomical excitement funny (on the inside, of course).

♡ kyle is your easiest target. usually he doesn't even want to spar with you anymore, because he knows you'll probably end up throwing him to the ground with your full strength and saying you don't need to go easy on him, he's a grown ass man. you've mastered how to use his weight against him, and he knows it. he also knows the look you get when you're walking up to him to ask to spar, and at this point he just points you to soap or ghost and shoos you away. one time he actually said "go on, git!" to you; his british accent made it much more funny than he had intended.

♡ fighting against soap kind of has 50-50 odds of you winning. if you're not afraid to start bleeding in multiple areas that day, you'll most likely be able to pin him. if you don't feel really like it, then you pretty much just have to run away. your before-sparring lecture for him eventually gets accompanied by an after-sparring lecture from you while he helps you put band-aids on the new cuts and scrapes.

₍ᐢ.᎔.ᐢ₎ okay a couple angsty ones because i can't help it,,,

♡ price knows how young you are, and you know he does without him having to tell you, because sometimes you catch him looking at you with sad eyes that see a lot more than you do. usually, if the conditions are just right, you're all for attempting to get the team members to open up to you, but this is what you and price don't talk about. instead, you tell him not to worry, that you'll at least outlive him.

♡ they're all waiting for that one day that, on one of their missions, you'll see something or have to do something that you won't come back from, because it's inevitable in this line of work. but you find a way to smile, even after the worst days, and you always say it's because someone has to.

radfems, truscum, transmeds, cop supporters, military supporters, proshippers, etc - y'all aren't welcome here lmfao like at all. you're a bunch of daft cunts and you need to be put in a human centipede

Male Reader x 141 Boys

Male reader is introduced to the 141 but is younger than them and has the rank of a General...

pairing: professional/platonic!141 x m!reader

warnings: swearing

note: i chose to do this as hcs as opposed to an actual fic bc I couldn't actually think of a plot or anything

it's E Squadron of the SAS who bring you over to the one four one base; you used to be one of them, and they've never been prouder and they do kind of want to show off that one of their own had climbed so far up the ladder at such a young age

Price is the first to meet you, a little shocked that someone so young is so far up the food chain; but he's polite, and he doesn't act as if you're any different just because you're young. he also doesn't treat you any differently because of your rank, either; but if anyone gets gobby or tries to be mean to you based on your age, he'll stand up for you

Ghost is the same, although he's not as polite; he's still nice, still offers to show you around and everything. he doesn't really care that you're young, especially for a general - sure he's a bit shocked at first but he soon shrugs it off, it's not really a big deal; he might wonder how you got so high up the chain of command so young, but he won't ask

Soap, however, does ask. at length. he doesn't make it a secret that he's impressed, or that he's curious; he tries his best to be on his best behaviour, but he's not going to hold back any questions that he's got at all. but if you ask him to back off, he will - if he's asking a lot of personal questions (which he will), and you ask him to be a bit more distant, he'll crack a joke to show there's no ill will and he'll try to calm it down a notch, try being the key word

Gaz is a mix, he might ask you how you achieved the rank of general at your age, but only if he can get you alone for a couple of minutes; he doesn't want to pry, although he will make it known that it's kind of really impressive and cool that someone so young managed to get that high up - he'll joke around with you more, though, as it's nice to have someone around who would understand certain things like Lizzy the daily star lettuce and Rishi Sunak sounding like Will from The Inbetweeners (briefcase wanker)

they do try their best to make you feel welcome, though, and to make you feel like one of them - you might be a general, but because of your previous experience as SAS, especially as E Squadron, they're more trusting of you. besides, you're young, and you seem like you've got a good head on your shoulders anyway

whenever you're out of the room, though, it'll Price who speaks up

"that (y/n), he's a nice lad, ain't he?"

to which Ghost will nod

Soap will pipe up with a "yeah, he seems alright, actually"

Gaz will nod in agreement. "you sure we can't ask to be under his command?"

Defender | König x trans!m!reader

anonymous asked: Hi! This is my first request but I think the prompts "walk the fuck away" and "are you scared of me now" with könig, where someone is being transphobic to trans!m!reader and konig deals with it but is scared he may have frightened reader ending with "the world will never know a man as amazing as you" from reader <3

summary: König loves you, there's no doubt about that, and he will always fight your corner.

tws: transphobia, swearing, some violence (not super graphic)

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König had heard it from the moment that he had stepped onto base; the amount of self righteous, stupid and cruel, cunts spewing bullshit about you as they always did. He despised it, and although he knew that you took care of it yourself more often than not, he was also well aware that not many people stuck up for you, either.

He did, and so did Horangi, but nobody else. Often, you were told to shut up and take it, be glad that they were only joking, stop being so fucking whiny, it's not their fault - he couldn't stand it. He knew you couldn't do anything about it, you had tried a thousand and one times, so he knew he had to step in.

It wasn't hard to find you, looking down at the floor and chewing at the inside of your lip as a group of people surrounded you; König heard everything. The way that they called you a girl, a woman; the way they poked fun at your body and told you that you would never be a real man; it was enough to make anyone sick, the way they spoke such bullshit with such cruelty.

König was light enough on his feet, sneaking up behind you and glaring at them. "Entschuldigung."

The leader of the pack glared at him. "What? Can't you see we're busy here making sure that this... I don't even know what this fucking abomination is, knows it's not welcome to be around us in the changing rooms."

Slowly, König brought himself between them and you, folding his arms across his chest and staring down at the leader of the pack. "How about you pick on someone your own size, hmm? Or are you scared?"

They tried to punch him, to get him out of the way, but he caught their fist, and with little effort, started to squeeze down; they howled, starting to sob as they fell to their knees before him. He squeezed down harder, and they howled louder, begging for him to let go.

"If you wish to say anything to my boyfriend again," he growled, "them you will have to go through me... is that clear?"

"Fuck... you..."

König tutted, letting go of their fist and grabbing them by the hair, nearly tearing it out of the scalp as he grasped the back of their head; he knew he could crush their skull, he had done it before, but he needed a little control - high command wouldn't take kindly to a fellow soldier being murdered on base, after all.

"Apologise to him," König demanded quietly. "Or ich tu dir weh... badly."

They squirmed, begging for mercy that would not come. "Put me down, brute."

"Hmm... nein," he shook his head. "Apologise to the man. Now."

The apologies came out hurried and panicked, but König didn't care, waiting for you to gently tug at his shirt before he let them go at last, huffing. "Walk the fuck away, cunt."

They did as they were told, retreating with their tails between their legs and saying that they would contact high command about the incident, about König's behaviour and your existence; he would have a word with Price in the morning to make sure that the record was straight.

But then you sniffled, and König frowned, suddenly backing away as he held up his hands, showing you his palms as he shook his head. "I'm sorry... are you scared of me now?"

"No," you looked up at him, eyes glassy with tears that threatened to fall quickly and harshly, voice shaky and a bloodied lip. "Just... thank you."

König shook his head, slow and cautious movements as he made his way back over, sinking to his knees in front of you; he gently brought his hand to your face, thumb tracing over the cut on your lip. "Did they do this?"

You nodded.

"I'll kill them," he growled, accidentally smearing your blood on his skin as he clenched his jaw ever so tightly. "I'll kill all of them."

"Don't," you said softly. "They deserve it, but... they'd punish you, and you don't deserve that."

"Did I scare you?"

"Never," you breathed out, pulling his hand from your face so that you could hold it tightly. "I'd never be scared of you... not you."

He hummed quietly, resting his free hand on your knee as he looked up at you like a kicked puppy; if there was anyone on the planet he didn't want to be cruel to, didn't want to hurt or scare away, it was you. He loved you, he looked forward to the day he would stand under the chuppah with you and finally be able to call you his husband; he never wanted to hurt you.

"You don't..." you sighed, shaking your head. "You don't think I'm not a real man, do you?"

"I know you're a real man," König told you. "A few dumm cunts won't change that. Ever. You're a real man, mein Mann, and there's nothing any stupid bastard could say to make me walk away... are you feeling better?"

You nodded. "Thank you... I... I can't thank you enough, Mein Prinz."

König grinned, nodding. "It's my job, isn't it? You stand up for me all the time, mein Bärchen - it's what boyfriends do."

You wanted to agree, pushing yourself down and straddling his waist as you wrapped your arms tightly around him and buried your face against the side of his neck, a final sniffle leaving you. Blocked nose from crying too much yet somehow too little. You adored König at the best of times, you loved him more than you had ever loved another man, and you couldn't deny that any time he came to your aid, you fell in love with him a little bit more.

No one stood up for you, Horangi did when he was around but it was rare, whenever someone came to your defence you were more than thankful for it; but as König held you so closely, rubbing your back softly, you knew that there was no one else like him, and your gratitude wasn't just because he had stood up for you.

"The world will know another man as amazing as you," you muttered. "You know that, don't you?"

"You remind me every day," he said softly. "But... danke... are you hungry?"

You nodded.

"Come on," he coaxed gently. "We'll go to that little café in town. I'll pay."