My family is dead. They’ve been bombed. 1 uncle, 2 aunts, five or more of their children, one of them newly graduated and newly wed with her baby. She was visting her mother. Her previous house had been bombed. Death followed her.
My uncle wanted to bring his family to visit Egypt. They were looking at places to rent. But for some reason or another it didn't go through. I will never again play a game of Remy with him. He will never tease me for being quiet. His daughter whose dream was to live in Egypt now lay torn to shreds.
Such a simple dream. Egypt? The country I escaped? That was salvation to them. Days before he died my uncle was asking my mother to put his family's names on the list to pass the border into Egypt. But they're not letting Palestinians pass, only foreigns.
Three of my family survived. They watched their parents, their sisters, torn to shreds. They can't even identify the bodies. One only recognized his sister by her Abbaya.
And none of it matters. Nothing will change. Israel will still win because at the end of the day it's not about humanity or loss of life or justice. It's all about money and power and Israel has all and Palestine has none.
The dead will be forgotten by the world and nothing will change.
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Astarion: "Do you have a moment? I think we need to talk."
PC: "Are you all right?"
Astarion: "Oh yes, I'm fine. I just-... feel awful."
Ah. This part of the playthrough.
Whenever I get to this conversation I always have to wonder what it's been like inside Astarion's head building up to this conversation?
How to secure your safety in three easy steps, according to Astarion Ancunín:
Manipulate a person into a fake relationship with you .
Feel really guilty about it because it turns out you genuinely like this idiot. You didn't even know you could feel guilt anymore. What the fuck.
Confess to them, obviously not far from the verge of tears sounding like you're not far off from a nervous breakdown because you have no idea what the fuck to do, but you can't keep doing this because, as per the quote, you feel awful.
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*Look at that one ghost pregnancy carving meme*
Sure, they're normal pregnancy carving... And then they're weird ones. Like, yes, he can't eat a batarang, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to.
Have a little crack I guess! Also bonus point if it's angst for the others batfam members
Angst, you say?
Jason came out of a daze to the sound of broken glass.
Why was he in Tim’s room? He remembers getting up to look in the kitchen. Nothing was appealing at the moment but he was hungry and Dr. Leslie mentioned he was a little below weight.
He was looking and nothing was appealing but then he felt a pull and-
“Jason, what the fuck.”
Tim looked disheveled, clearly back from his patrol.
Why was he freaking out? Sure, Tim finding him here was strange but-
Jason was suddenly aware of something papery in his mouth.
“Wha-?”
“Jason why?”
Tim looked like he had shot him, and as Jason looked around him he realized that he may as well.
Around him laid a shredded old box.
Tim’s old photo box.
He remembers when he was first reached out to his family again after the mess of reintroduction.
The olive branch Tim held out to him. The night they sat in the lounge as Tim shyly showed him the years of photos. They were up until dawn reminiscing. It was the first time he started to think of the two of them as brothers.
They weren’t all ruined but quite a few had obvious teeth marks and tears.
Shit.
“I-I don’t- fuck! Baby bird I’m so sorry. I don’t even remember..”
Jason raised a frustrated palm to his eyes at tears started to pool.
Fuck, Tim was shutting down.
“It’s- it’s fine, I was in the middle of digitizing the photos anyways. Never know what will happen, you know?”
Jason removed the photo from his mouth and tried to flatten it out what was left. It was one of the one’d around his debut as Robin, sitting on a gargoyle under a moonlit sky.
Jason gently got off his knees with a wobble before he gently took his brother into his arms.
“I-I already got most of them taken care of.. It’s fine.. you didn’t- the baby been doing a lot of strange things to you. You nearly bit a batarang last week- it’s not- something like this was bound to happen and-“
Tim made a keening he folded himself into Jason’s side.
Looking around at the carnage as Jason tried his best to comfort his brother as he wailed.
“This shouldn’t’ve happened. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
He muttered as he rubbed up and down Tim’s back.
“Okay… Okay.. How about we go downstairs huh? We can go downstairs, and I’ll make us some hot chocolate ‘n’ we can put on one of those shitty b-rated horror movies we love to roast.”
Avoiding what Jason could only assume was a cup of coffee on the floor, he closed the door and gently guided his little brother down the hall.
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