it’s such a numbing experience writing about the killings of shia Muslims because I find myself trying to extract sympathy from Muslims who have none. I make it a point to mention those murdered were civilians, that the majority were children, and that all were from besieged towns. And then I catch myself like ‘am I really begging people to feel pained by this news?? Shouldn’t this already break their hearts?? Shouldn’t this be enough to make them weep?’
It’s very clear that the deaths of shia Muslims means very little, if anything at all, to the Ummah. Unless the deaths can be used to further Muslims in the west, they do not matter.
I am appalled at how little the recent attack on shia civilians has touched the popular bloggers on this website who are so vocal about crimes in Syria–their silence is significant. Their lack of desire to talk about this is significant.
People keep saying that Episode 19 we have Emo!Barry. Not to me..Emo!Barry was the guy sitting on Cisco’s couch, refusing to do anything other than watch musicals.
This Future!Barry is a broken man, still full of grief and pain, seven years later. He has not let her go or forgiven himself for being unable to save her. It’s evident that not only is there no Flash without Iris West, there is no Barry Allen without her as well.
Prompt! Can we see Supercorp but one where Kara rescues a baby and brings them home and Lena doesn’t wanna get her hopes up about adoption because she doesn’t want Kara to have to outlive her AND a child (Pref a fluffy ending but up to you?)
“Kara, honey, are you home yet?” Lena called out as she kicked off her heels and balanced the bags of take out in her arms.
The quiet of the penthouse greeted her as she hurried toward the kitchen. As she turned on the lights, the city outside disappeared from the large windows. Their home became its own universe, with just the faintest bit of galaxy outside.
“She remembered you. I was there. She got all weepy about it.”
Steve’s heart dropped, his mouth gaped open and his eyes glared down at the man in his grip.
“Til they put her brain back in the blender,”a little smirk appeared on Rumlow’s scarred face.
“Where is she,” Steve dragged the man to his feet, keeping a tight grip on him.
“She’s with you pal, your buddy, your Bucky. Both of them disappeared after your little fight. He was such a good soldier too. But her? Oh man, she could make a grown man weep. And those legs of hers? Ah, that sweet little pus-”
A fist to his face stopped the rest of the word from coming out, Steve punched him three more times, until the anger subsided.
The man laughed through his bloodied lips, “Must kill you to know your pal is somewhere with your girl. Probably in between her legs as we speak.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” Steve maintained the fury in his veins, because at least he knew both Bucky and you were somewhere alive and well. “But thank you for that valuable information.”
Rumlow’s face fell silent and Steve smirked. “I’ll find them and when I do, you’ll be the first to know.”