#Homeland

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wendeline818
wendeline818

Homeland AU post-series BradNate where Brad is captured alongside Brody and Walker.

When they return, Brody takes the spotlight while Brad acts as his shadow and keeps a low profile. He is clearly not as emotionally unstable as Brody, which leads Nazir to rely on him more. However, Brad is not as devoted as Brody. Islamic teachings had a different effect on him; he has a more rationalized point of view toward them. He prays, reads the Quran, and lives as a Muslim. But while Brody uses faith as a coping mechanism, Brad sees Islam as an anchor and genuinely seeks to understand it.

Abu Nazir wants him to eliminate Nate, who is now working for the CIA with a bright future ahead of him, collaborating with Carrie.

Nate represents everything Nazir stands against. He was an officer in OIF and currently works for the CIA; his past with Brad makes him an important target. Nazir wants to test Brad’s loyalty by ordering him to kill Nate, wanting to see how far Brad will go for their cause.

Brad doesn’t kill Nate. Instead, he kidnaps him and protects him using his own methods. Surprisingly, Nate actually understands him; he realizes that Brad has no intention of hurting him and is, in fact, ensuring that none of Nazir’s minions can get to him. He knows this mission is personal for him. And meanwhile Nate never stops fighting for his freedom, and he despises Brad for taking it away. However, he also sees that Brad is unwilling to erase his past; he holds onto it tightly, even while technically working for the enemy. That stirs something in Nate’s heart. He knows that making Brad confront the weight of his own actions will lead him to his freedom.

After Nate’s intense negotiations, Brad accepts becoming a double agent for the CIA.

Brad’s acceptance of working for the enemy breaks Nate’s heart, but being able to reach him again gives Nate hope. He tries everything to make this situation work—sometimes without Carrie, sometimes with her, and of course, alongside Brody and Brad.

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bolshoistrigoi
bolshoistrigoi
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hiatus-cuz
hiatus-cuz

Welp, I finished watching Homeland and now I don’t know what to do with my life. 8 Seasons, 12 episodes per season, all crammed into two weeks.

What a freakin show, man. I really wanted to live text my boss as I was watching cuz he’s the only one I know who’s watched the show. But that just seemed weird.

Oh boy. What a roller coaster of a show.

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guythatkillsbadguys
guythatkillsbadguys

PETER QUINNN

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hitchell-mope
hitchell-mope

Talk about someone’s brain living in their hoo ha.

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hitchell-mope
hitchell-mope

What the fuck is happening right now?

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hitchell-mope
hitchell-mope

Yah huh.

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atomicradiogirl
atomicradiogirl

uhhh well the rest of the show ESPECIALLY season 3 and 6 is extremely painful especially if you like brody and quinn so i’d recommend stopping at the end of season 2 for the best experience overall. you won’t be missing much.

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neodadaslut
neodadaslut

omfg how many times can one guy get brainwashed??? why am i even watching this ridiculous program??

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neodadaslut
neodadaslut

she fell in love with the voodoo doll man while she was brainwashing him again 🙄

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hiatus-cuz
hiatus-cuz

I’ve been sick with an awful cold the past few weeks and have actually been using my sick days for being sick.

I’ve watched so much tv. I’m 15 years late to the game, but I started watching Homeland. That show is stressful as fuck! And I love it so much! There’s been a few times when I was so stressed watching a scene I had to fast-forward to see what was going to happen.

On Saturday I watched all of Season 5, which is no easy feat with 12 (?) one-hour episodes.

Carrie Mathison is so freakin annoying! I wanna shake her! But at the same time, I can’t help but be in awe of her. I do hate her pant suits, shoes, and shoulder purses, though. Claire Danes kicks ass in this role.

I’m in the middle of Season 6. I’m so sad theres only 8 seasons. Ugh, and why won’t this cold go away?!

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pattytacuri
pattytacuri

Poetry: Daydreaming about America

I wrote this in March of 2022.

Sept of 1986-me blowing out a candle right before me and my family started our immigration journey-my aunt had a goodbye party for us

When I was little, I was often lost in daydreamsabout AmericaIt was beautiful and blueI pictured a celestial and warm oceanwhere the waves tenderly touch my toesI was taught it was a better existence thanthe one we were living inbut…


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ismailmadgit
ismailmadgit

Winter, Pyatigorsk, Stavropol Territory

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ismailmadgit
ismailmadgit

Travel

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guythatkillsbadguys
guythatkillsbadguys

most prettiest man ever

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pixegias
pixegias

Iranian artists in exile speak out as war shakes their homeland

As war shakes their home country, Iranians of the diaspora in Paris have raised their voices, calling for peace, solidarity and a sustainable transition from autocracy. 

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#Iranian #artists #exile #speak #war #shakes #homeland

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quonunc
quonunc

For someone who tells lies for her job Carrie seems to never consider that someone else might be lying for a purpose

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quonunc
quonunc

“It’s all six or nothing” that is so STUPID

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quonunc
quonunc

Well THAT’s not how contempt works

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thelonethorn
thelonethorn

Steamroller [03/03/26]

i know not to meddle
to keep off the path this steamroller runs
been all set and settled
since day one they’ve wanted
— bruce peninsula, “steamroller

The second spot for The Great Coltsfoot Hunt of 2026 was the woods where Bird was born. One long stretch of woodland extends back into scrubby farmland, while the other two shorter sides are bordered by houses and an industrial estate. It’s a popular place for dog walkers and families with small children, and it’s one of the few “wild” spots where I’m sure to bump into people.

My main reason for choosing it is the same as why it has been avoided over the past five years: disturbed ground. Storm Arwen, a powerful extratropical cyclone, devastated Scotland at the end of November 2021, permanently changing the landscape. Entire shallow-rooted plantations were felled by three days of wind with gusts exceeding 90 mph.

Bird’s original home (Rookery Woods) suffered extensive damage - nearly 70% of the conifer forest fell like dominoes. The well-established beeches and Scots pine (including Bird’s birthtree), which formed the hedges buffering the boundaries between farmland and housing, remained largely unharmed, along with smaller native deciduous trees such as rowan and birch.

The council’s post-Arwen clean-up plan was to bulldoze nearly everything - damaged and undamaged - in the triangular woodland, turning it into a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Healthy trees were felled, leaving jagged stumps and sections of discarded trunks; native plants were uprooted and left to die.

They piled the hacked remains of the forest into large stacks in the areas where they attempted to replant trees. Regions where no regeneration was encouraged were left less “tidy”. The workers slashed their way through pockets of undamaged woodland, dropping trees and their cut branches to the ground without any further action. Several years later, it still looks as if the clearing crew left for lunch and never returned to finish their work.

Rookery Woods was the first woodland I came to know before exploring more of the local area, so the sentimental grief hits hard. It feels as if they have stripped the place of its soul and left it desolate. The raspberries and rowans have been reduced to rubble, and only 10-20 of the hundreds of elderly firs and spruces remain, looking tired and battle-worn. 

So, yeah. Quite depressing. I tend to avoid visiting, but it’s one of the first places I think of when I consider areas of “disturbed ground” (the other being any actively worked agricultural land). After three hours of bog-hopping, tyre-swinging, wall-climbing, and creek-jumping, I left Rookery Woods with a few bleeding scrapes, wet feet, a pulled hamstring, but no coltsfoot. The hunt continues… 

Three good things to counter all the depressing shit: I met a 90-year-old sea captain who shared stories about his sailing days, I encountered winter aconite (Eranthis hyemalis) for the first time, and one of Bird’s relatives took a deliberately slow flypast during my green tea and apple break.

number of times blood was drawn: 2
number of times I peed on a shoe: 0 (💪)
number of logs used to cross creeks: 3-4
number of stone walls used as a bridge to cross vernal ponds: 1
number of roe deer seen: 2
number of tyre swings spotted: 1
number of deer that watched me pull a leg muscle while jumping on the tyre swing: 1
number of deer that watched me yelp and swear while stretching the pulled leg muscle: 1