#and Humiliating Sewage

[strgrlxox]

✧.➷ & burn.

☆ || SUMMARY :: ellie taking her frustration out on u

☆ || CONTAINS :: mean dom!ellie. reader gets called a slut like once. oral (r!reciving). fingering (r!reciving). edging.

☆ || WORD COUNT :: 783 !

there was a certain point within your girl's anger where all she wanted was a source of distraction, something new to focus on. you, always her angel, were there to greedily gladly provide aid.

“stop fucking squirming.” her teeth were skating across your clit, hands gripping so tightly on your waist there was no way it wouldn’t leave a mark. 

you fucking loved it when she got like this. 

she knew your body so well, always able to put you at her mercy with a few words or light touches. she was always so good to you when you needed her…you were glad to do the same for her.

ellie laid you done as soon as she got home, telling you something along the lines of  “stop fucking talking.” before she kissed you like she wanted to take all the air that was in your lungs.

she’d make it up to you later. probably put herself on her knees to worship you like you deserved.

but for now, she needed this to be the opposite of that. ellie wasn’t focused on making you feel good like she normally did, she was trying to relieve herself from the pressure of the intense day she had.

you can’t help but thrash in her hold, your body unable to relax when she begins to gently bite down. “what the fuck did i just tell you?” she growled, her eyes meeting yours. you couldn’t stop the sewage of apologies that left your mouth.

she smirked into your skin, detaching her mouth from your core for the third time. the distressed cry you let out was so pretty it almost made her feel bad. almost.

 ellie smirked as she let her eyes trail across your body that was coated in dark purple marks that she’d kiss later when she apologized for being so rough with you. you’d dismiss her, how you loved being her little work of art. 

“please, just wanna come.” your words are barely tangible.

she gripped your jaw and you mewl, not from pain but more so from shock. even when she’s fucking pissed and can only think about how small she wants to make you feel, she’d never actually hurt you. ellie could never even dream of it. “you’ll come if and only if i decide you will. you take what i give you.”

your back arches when she lets two fingers slip past your entrance. 

“what am i gonna do with you?” her voice was so lustful it almost made your mouth water. “you like it when i treat you like a little slut, don’t you?”

you do, you really fucking do. you nod, biting your lip as you fight the urge to buck your hips into her fingers, desperate to feel her deeper. fuck her and her perfect fucking fingers.

“say it.”

“yeah, i like it.” your eyes bubble with tears cause she’s been edging you for an hour…bringing you to the edge only to pull away before you coming.

“hmm.” she kisses your cheek, the sweet gesture making your head spin in contrast to how mean she was being seconds ago. “so pretty when you cry.”

it was embarrassing how much her humiliation turns you on. her words, her mocking tone, the fact that you were naked while she was completely clothed. she looked up at you so casually, like what she was doing wasn’t so goddamn filthy.

you clench when her fingers curl, you’re so fucking close. you’d probably be embarrassed if you weren’t so fucking pent up. 

then she pulls her fingers out of you. you keep your legs closed.

“open your legs.” it’s gruff and demanding, you know better than to tease her but knowing why she’s doing this makes it impossible not too.

“ask me nicely.” you keep your knees buckled together, smiling up at her like you knew all her secrets or something.

“open your fucking legs.” her hands reach up to your knees and yank them apart. you gasp when the cold air hits your pussy, wondering why you flirt with dominance when you know you’ll give into submission everytime.

“‘m sorry, just can’t take anymore.” you pout up at her.

“who the fuck do think you are?” she scoffs and you almost flinch at how harsh her tone is. “you don’t like what i give you?”

“no, no, ‘m sorry. i love it, ‘m sorry.” you rush, apologies flowing from your lips like it was the only language you could speak. she hums like she’s in thought but you can look in her eyes and tell her mind is made up.

her mouth levels with your core again, “so lie there and take it.”

#ꗃ%ellie bellieˑ༄ #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams x you #ellie williams smut #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams fluff #ꗃ%jos library⤷✰

[cosmicjoke]

That analysis post about why Levi likes tea so much reminded me, with this panel, of something I also don't think people fully understand. Which is why Levi was so angry at Erwin at first, and why he was so out for his blood.

It's because he threatens Furlan's and Isabel's lives here. He orders his men to hold their swords to their throats, simply because Levi had refused at first to give him his name. Levi's belligerence on that front is rooted, I think, in how Erwin and his men are treating him and his friends. Having them down on their knees, in the filth and mud, with their arms bound behind their backs, making demands of them all the while. It's made worse when Erwin orders Mike to push Levi's face into the sewage. And that's what it is. It's sewage, not simply mud. You can see it coming out of the drain pipes. Levi was deeply upset by this, and understandably so. Putting someone's face into a puddle of sewage is a ghastly thing to do, especially when one really considers what the consequences of something like that could be. There's all sorts of diseases one could contract from inhaling that kind of filthy water. But it's what happens next that I think really drove Levi to wanting to kill Erwin.

Isabel is certain that the scouts are going to kill them in the above panel, and in a show of defiance, tells them to just get it over with. Furlan's face is frozen in fear, sweat trickling down it, because he feels the threat is real too.

But look at Levi's face.

Where before he'd only been angry, here, he's horrified, shocked and frightened. He realizes, suddenly, that Erwin isn't just capable of humiliating them, but seemingly willing to take their lives if he doesn't comply. He's threatening the only two people Levi has in his life. The only two people he's ever been able to call friend, and really, are more like his family. The two people he's done all he can to protect in the dangerous world of the Underground City. Basically, the two people he lives for.

I think some people tend to think Levi wanted to kill Erwin over wounded pride. Even just calling what Erwin did, before ordering his men to hold their blades to Isabel's and Furlan's throats, a case of wounded pride is an understatement, I think. He thoroughly humiliated Levi and his friends, and treated them inhumanely, as if they had no rights or autonomy. But it really wasn't that which drove Levi toward wanting to kill Erwin. It was that Erwin presented himself as a threat to his family.

#Levi Ackerman #Furlan Church #Farlan Church #Isabel Magnolia #Erwin Smith #No Regrets #ACWNR #attack on titan #shingkei no kyojin

[queeranarchism]

The eating insects thing

A far-right anti-vax conspiracy theory that has existed for a few years now has recently increased in popularity and has been breaching containment, especially in vegan circles, so I guess we have to talk about it:

Keep an eye out for scary sounding posts about eating insects.

Some of the claims to expect are this:

Governments are secretly allowing more insects to be put into food. - It is true that more edible insects have been approved for the EU market lately, but this process is not secret at all.

Some people are allergic to Chitine, which is found in shellfish and hard-shelled insects - this is true.

Chitine is also dangerous to people who are not allergic to it and causes cancer - this is not true. It traces back to study that has been taken out-of-context about the impact of concentrated Chitine in cancer identification and treatment.

Eating large amounts of the insects being approved would damage your stomach lining or other intestines because of ‘toxic chitine’. - this is not true. It traces back to an old dietary advice on a Dutch website which only mentioned that insect consumption was safe up to 45 grams at a time. What this meant was: we didn’t find a study that researched higher doses. There are plenty of studies by now and it turns out it’s fine.

Insects are ‘bird food’ and humans did not evolve to digest the insects currently being approved for consumption. - this is not true. There are 1500 insect species that are regularly safely consumed by millions of people around the world. The insects that are currently being approved for the European market have been consumed by humans for as long as we can trace the human diet and many are consumed by our closest primate relatives.

Bill Gates and other insert-conspiracy-name-here billionaires are buying up farm land to deliberately cause food shortages and to force us to eat bugs - this is not true. Land is just a popular investment right now due to other economic pressures.

Governments are pushing for lower meat consumption to force us to eat bugs. - this is not true. Any minimal encouragement of reduced meat consumption by governments is in response to the impact of meat consumption on climate change.

If you buy in to some of these scare stories, the next claim is that forcing people to eat bugs serves some darker government purpose, either simple misery and humiliation (accompanies by the claim that we’ll be forced to eat weeds and drink sewage water), forced population control (the Great Reset bullshit) or preparing us for the rule of reptilian overlords (antisemitism crap).

Now, let me be clear: there are valid reasons why you might want to avoid eating insects. ‘I just don’t want to’ is a good enough reason. Being vegan is an excellent reason. We know very little about the inner lives of insects but observations suggest that they are intelligent and feel pain. We do not currently know what constitutes a high quality of life or a painless death, so we could not ‘humanely’ farm insects even if we wanted to.

However, most of the claims above are misleading, racist and dangerous. They pave the way into far-right anti-vax and antisemitic conspiracy theories. Recognize them and avoid them. If you see your vegan friends share these claims: let them know what they’re doing. Don’t give this shit space.

[good-old-gossip]

The Palestinian civil defence said on Sunday that it found hundreds of bodies of Palestinians buried in mass graves by Israeli forces in the courtyard of Nasser hospital in Khan Younis, in the southern Gaza Strip.

At least 200 bodies had been retrieved from two mass graves in the medical compound as of Sunday noon local time. As the search continued, rescuers estimated there to be at least 400 bodies.

The Gaza government media office said some of bodies found had been decapitated, and had their skin and organs removed. According to Al Jazeera, the bodies of children, elderly women and young men were among those found.

Rescue teams said some bodies had their hands bound behind their backs, suggesting they were executed and buried on the spot. Middle East Eye could not independently verify the reported conditions of the bodies.

As news of the mass graves spread, many people arrived at the hospital in the hope of finding members of their family who had gone missing.

The mass graves were discovered weeks after Israeli troops ended a three-month invasion of Khan Younis, during which ground forces repeatedly attacked Nasser hospital.

The hospital, Gaza's second-largest and the "backbone" of the health system in southern Gaza, was put out of service after deadly Israeli raids in February, when 10,000 people had been sheltering at the medical complex.

The army stormed the hospital twice following a weeks-long siege in January, during which 200 people were detained according to the UN Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs, and hundreds of patients and displaced people sheltering in the building were forcibly removed. Medical staff reported being stripped naked, beaten and humiliated by Israeli forces, with many staff and patients targeted by sniper fire. In March, the BBC released verified footage showing detained and kneeling people inside the complex following the raid.

It also verified footage documenting 21 instances of fire targeting staff and patients during the siege. Health officials said there was no power and not enough staff in the hospital to treat around 200 patients who remained there after the siege.

According to Palestinian health ministry spokesperson Ashraf al-Qudra, the hospital's generators failed, cutting the water supply, while sewage flooded emergency rooms, making it impossible for the remaining staff to treat intensive care patients.

He added that a lack of oxygen supplies, also a result of no power, caused the deaths of at least seven patients. Israel said the hospital was housing Hamas fighters, a claim it has regularly made when attacking hospitals in Gaza despite not having produced any credible evidence of a military presence inside them. This is not the first mass grave that has been unearthed at a medical facility in the Strip.

The discovery follows another earlier this month at al-Shifa Medical Complex in Gaza City, formerly Gaza's largest hospital, which was left in ruins after a two-week assault by Israeli forces in late March. Several bodies were found on Monday in the hospital's courtyard, including at least one person wearing underwear who appeared to have been "executed recently", according to an Al Jazeera Arabic reporter at the scene. After Israeli forces withdrew from the hospital on 1 April, having destroyed most of the medical complex, teams from several government ministries were deployed to al-Shifa to remove and identify bodies.

The searches were initiated after survivors said they witnessed the summary execution of Palestinians by Israeli forces during the raid. Israeli military officials said that its forces had killed 200 people and arrested 900 during the 15-day assault on the hospital. Gaza's civil defence said that around 300 people had been killed.

The army said it conducted its raid without harming civilians and medical personnel. Medical organisations and eyewitnesses strongly rejected that claim. Ahmad al-Maqadmeh, a Palestinian plastic surgeon, and his mother, Yusra al-Maqadmeh, a general practitioner, were among those killed.

#free Palestine #free gaza #I stand with Palestine #Gaza #Palestine #Gazaunderattack #Palestinian Genocide #Gaza Genocide #end the occupation #Israel is an illegal occupier #Israel is committing genocide #Israel is committing war crimes #Israel is a terrorist state #Israel is a war criminal #Israel is an apartheid state #Israel is evil #Israeli war crimes #Israeli terrorism #IOF Terrorism #Israel kills babies #Israel kills children #Israel kills innocents #Israel is a murder state #Israeli Terrorists #Israeli war criminals #Boycott Israel #Israel kills journalists #Israel kills kids #Israel murders innocents #Israel murders children

[hassanatforusmk]

Gaza | “We want to be slaves for Azolai family”

Israeli soldier humiliating Palestinian hostages kidnapped from Gaza ordering them to chant that they want to be slaves to him and clean his sewage

German

Gaza | „Wir wollen Sklaven der Familie Azolai sein“

Ein israelischer Soldat demütigt aus Gaza entführte palästinensische Geiseln und befiehlt ihnen, zu singen, dass sie seine Sklaven sein und sein Abwasser reinigen wollen

Spanish

Gaza | “Queremos ser esclavos de la familia Azolai”

Soldado israelí humilla a rehenes palestinos secuestrados en Gaza y les ordena cantar que quieren ser esclavos de él y limpiar sus aguas residuales

French

Gaza | « Nous voulons être les esclaves de la famille Azolai »

Un soldat israélien humilie les otages palestiniens kidnappés à Gaza, leur ordonnant de scander qu'ils veulent devenir ses esclaves et nettoyer ses eaux usées

#gaza #free gaza #gaza strip #palestine #gazagenocide #gaza news #gazaunderfire #gazaunderattack #free palestine #save gaza #palestinian #progressives #propaganda #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #patients and doctors #palestinian genocide #pray for palestine #israel palestine conflict #save palestine #long live palestine #palestine news #palestinian film #palestinians #stand with palestine

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

So I’m writing a fanfic, and due to the fact that it's a very important set piece I have to adapt, I watched Two Heroes a few weeks ago

And after reading fanfic for a good four years straight (and reading manga chapter summaries and reviews) I was fucking whiplashed by the fact that the moment Bakugo opened his mouth I was reminded why fucking hated him again

Like yeah I'm intimately aware of the fact that his personality is steamed sewage (thanks Kaminari) but good fucking Lord, Izuku didn't even beat him in the villain target practice shit (and that's another thing, I forgot how Horikoshi will literally never let Izuku have a dub over Bakugo-*** even though this is Post-Full Cowel and Stain and realistically should have won)* but he immediately fulfills his role as barky pomeranian and curses his general existence.

Thank God he's barely a factor since Melissa takes up most of his possible screentime (should have been a more important character tbh- they should have imported her to the main storyline)**

There's a reason I turn him into a minor antagonist (emphasis on minor, like a recurring mid-boss) in most fics I outline

*If you didn't know, Izuku got 16 sec on what was basically Break the Targets from Super Smash Bros Melee/Brawl, and Bakugo got 15. Todoroki beating them both is more understandable since he nuked the course and cut the knot to say.

**QUIRKLESS INVENTOR COME THE FUCK ON!!!!!! I like Mei-Mei as much as the next guy but dude, missed opportunity- hell they could have been foils.

***Bakugo has literally won all of their fights (except the first which was technically losing the entire game rather than that specific fight so it barely counts) AND All for One has generational beef with him in the newest chapter (he [in]conveniently looks like the Second User who humiliated him with all the stuff he did to oppose him), over Izuku AND All Might the holders of ONE FOR FUCKING ALL THAT ARE DUELING HIM AND TOMURA NOW

Thank fuck I don't have to watch Heroes Rising or World Hero Mission cause he actually IS important in those movies and I would legit follow his Ch 1 advice if I had to watch them

(If you want to know what happens to Bakugo in said fanfic that is currently being written [DAMN YOU EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION] basically he gets his finger bitten off when he's five by Maria (the fic’s version of Izuku) who ain't takin his shit and gets expelled from UA after he tries and fails to attack her [AS HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN] and later gets humiliated in several different fights from both heroes and his own villainous allies before getting annihilated and thrown in jail during a way more pressing matter [the training camp going way worse than in canon] as an afterthought)

All of this. It’s odd that Izuku’s not allowed to surpass him in anything. Not grades, not likability, not in combat. Even when Izuku finally gets something Katsuki’s either there to shit on him or surpass him.

#anti katsuki bakugou #anti bakugo katsuki #anti bakugo #anti bakugou #anti bakugou katsuki

[kasagiggles]

Hiii!! I don't know if I've said this or not... but your fics are seriously amazing! Super heartwarming to read and super neat hehehe! If you have time and have played the Fontaine's archon Quest... please consider writing a lee! Wriothesley... with ler either Childe or Lyney hehehe... since either Childe or Lyney has definitely made direct contact/conversation with Wriothesley! Thanks a lot!! P.S. please no foot tickles hehehe...

HELLOOO :3

i am so so sorry for how long this took, i have had no motivation lately 😅

anyways this is such a cute idea and it was so fun to write!! enjoy <3

lee - wriothesley ☆

ler - childe ☆

“so, i hope you can get used to your new life here in the fortress of meropide.” wriothesley said unphased, as if there wasn’t a fatui harbinger right in front of him. he daintily sipped his piping hot cup of tea, deeply enjoying the aroma.

“you expect me to live in this shithole? it smells like sewage everywhere and everybody treats me like i’m weak.” the ginger boy complained, banging his fist on the table, causing tea to splash out of wriothesleys cup.

“well, nothing i can say but get used to it.” wriothesley chuckled under his breath, wiping some of the spilled tea droplets with his finger.

childe huffed, “that’s it! this is unacceptable!” he stood up menacingly, hands on the table. before leaning over and attempting to throw a hard punch at wriothesley. childes angry fist was met with wriothesleys palm.

“i’m afraid that’s against the rules, you can’t physically assault the duke of meropide. kindly humble yourself.” he gently pushed away childes palm. at this point, childe would have smoke coming out of his ears, the frustration in his eyes was enough to make anybody feel unsettled.

how could he teach this brat a lesson without getting into further trouble? his mind raced with all sorts of ideas, both violent and not.

until something hit him, a form of torture that is close to harmless but still could make anybody lose their mind. sure, it was silly, but childe would do anything to see this ass begging for his mercy. nothing is more satisfying to childe as a harbinger.

he sighed, closing his eyes as he remained standing. wriothesley noticed his electro delusion, it slowly began to glow in a mesmerizing way. while he got lost in the glowing purple orb, he felt his hands get pulled above his head, as if some invisible force was tampering with him.

out of instinct, he attempted to pull his arms down, but they felt strictly binded. oddly enough, as he looked up, he saw what appeared to be some purple cloud ensnaring his hands entirely.

as an important figure, he had to remain calm and unbothered. “can i atleast drink my tea?” he sighed. slouching back into the chair. “you’re just increasing your time spent here, little man.”

childe snarled, making his way over to the annoyed wriothesley. the black haired duke felt some sort of nervousness as childe approached. he made his way around and stood behind the duke. a few seconds of silence passed. until wriothesley felt a tingly feeling along his ribs.

this caught him very off guard, in fact, he actually flinched. it wasn’t that it hurt, but it strangely itched. he quietly grunted under the gentle touch. it felt very humiliating to be in such a situation.

“you said i cant hurt you so… i’ll have to resort to something else.” childe said cockily. wriothesley muffled a laugh as he felt the gentle fingers explore his exposed torso.

“eh…enough.. this is… rihidiculous.. unhand mehehe…” he stuttered, gently squirming.

“you’re quite ticklish indeed! seems not everyone is as tough as they look.” that snarky remark just made wriothesley want to sink into himself out of embarrassment.

as much as he hated to admit it, it was true. wriothesley was indeed very ticklish. tickling was never really something he thought about much. although sometime sigewinne would tease him about it.

he lost his train of thought as the feeling of wriggling fingers sped up. “hey, come on. enough with the tough guy act.”

wriothesley had one goal right now, to not laugh. he would rather die than be at the mercy of this bratty redhead. plus, it’s embarrassing to lose composure.

“you… arehehnt getting anywhere with thihis..” he choked out, trying to escape the feeling. he was slowly beginning to panic.

he thrashed against the chair, trying to wriggle out of his situation.

“kichikichicoo…” childe giggled, clearly he was having a blast.

“st-stohhop!! this is foolihihish!!” wriothesley squirmed and laughed under the wiggling fingers.

minutes passed, and wriothesley was beginning to grow weaker, no matter how much he squirmed he couldn’t escape the itchy feeling.

childe waited until wriothesley was panting with tears of laughter streaming down his face. until he could officially say that he had bested the duke.

“don’t even think about doing anything to me, duke.” he stepped away from him, very satisfied with what had come.

wriothesley was too humiliated to respond, he simply lowered his face, clenching his eyes shut with a frustrated frown.

“i’ll be on my way then.” childe said friendly, as if nothing had happened at all.

“h-hey wait.. my hands are still stuck, come back here at once!! i order you!”

#lee!wriothesley #ler!childe #sfw tickling community #genshin tickle #genshin tickles #sfw twords

[girlactionfigure]

The Female Saboteur: Vitka Kempner

She bombed a Nazi train.

Vitka Kempner was a young Jewish woman from Poland who fought the Nazis as a resistance leader and fearless saboteur.

Born 1920 in Kalisz, Poland, Vitka was a bright and independent young woman. As antisemitism rose in Poland, Vitka joined Betar, a militaristic Jewish youth movement that taught teens self-defense skills. Vitka was the first girl to join Betar. After graduating from high school, she moved to Warsaw and studied in a seminary for Jewish students. She was proud of her dual identity as a Jewish Zionist and a Polish intellectual, and saw no conflict between the two roles.

Germany invaded Poland in September 1939 and the persecution of the Jews began. Vitka declared to her family that she would “not be humiliated.” She and her younger brother Baruch left their parents and fled to Vilna, Lithuania, where they connected with other Zionist youth group members and planned to immigrate to Palestine. The British, who controlled the Holy Land, made it very difficult for Jewish refugees to settle there. Unable to leave Europe, the young Jews hid their identities and found factory and farm work to support themselves.

The Germans occupied Vilna in June 1941. As in Poland, they immediately began arresting Jews for no crime other than being Jewish. Nazi soldiers brazenly murdered Jews in the streets. Vitka and the other young Zionists who’d escaped Poland were now in fear for their lives. They needed places to hide, and Vitka helped find safe locations and transfer others there.

Meanwhile, the Germans created a ghetto in Vilna and herded 50,000 Jews into it. Vitka joined FPO, a resistance group of Jews determined to fight the Nazis any way they could. Vitka snuck in and out of the ghetto through sewage canals. On her dangerous forays, she was able to obtain weapons and train Jews in self-defense, and even make explosives.

Vitka used a homemade bomb to carry out the first act of anti-Nazi sabotage on the eastern front. She affixed a bomb to a Nazi train line, leading to an explosion that took the Nazis completely by surprise.

In September 1943, the Nazis liquidated the Vilna ghetto. They transported thousands of Jews to a nearby forest, where they slaughtered them and buried the bodies – sometimes still alive – in mass graves. Vitka and some friends in the FPO resistance managed to escape the Gestapo and establish a secret camp deep in the woods outside Vilna. The camp grew to 600 people. There, led by Abba Kovner, the young Jews in the FPO, most of whom had already lost their entire families, carried out a remarkable resistance campaign. According to the Jewish Partisan Educational Foundation, the brave band of resistors blew up five bridges, destroyed 40 train cars and 180 miles of tracks, and killed 212 Nazi soldiers! Vitka was integrally involved in the sabotage activities, as well as taking care of the fighters trying to survive in the frigid Lithuanian forest.

Vilna was liberated by the Soviets in 1944. As the ragtag FPO group emerged from their hiding place in the forest, they started singing a song in Yiddish about Vitka’s heroic exploits as a saboteur.

Now that Vitka and Abba Kovner were safe, their thoughts turned to revenge. Together they planned and carried out a shocking act of vengeance. They snuck into a bakery where bread was being prepared for thousands of German soldiers who’d been taken prisoner by the Soviets. Once inside, the two young Jews – who’d lost their families, communities, homes, and everything they held dear – poisoned the German POW’s by lacing loaves of bread with arsenic. 2280 inmates became ill but nobody died. Their act of attempted mass murder was ethically questionable, but perhaps understandable considering the situation.

Soon after the failed revenge plot, Vitka and Abba emigrated to Palestine, where they got married, settled on a kibbutz, and had a son and a daughter. Vitka worked in the kibbutz school, where she found her calling as an educator of special-needs children as well as those with emotional problems. At the age of 45, she earned a degree in clinical psychology from Bar Ilan University. She developed her own pediatric therapy methods, including “Non-verbal therapy by color” and trained other teachers in addition to continuing to treat children.

Vitka’s husband Abba became a prominent writer in Israel, widely known and respected for his poetry, philosophy and visionary leadership. He died of cancer in 1985, and for the next three decades Vitka continued working as a kibbutz child psychologist. She said of herself, “I lived life fully, actively, without dragging grievances and offenses behind me.”

Vitka died in 2002. After her passing, Israeli Holocaust Memorial Yad Vashem called Vitka’s story “one of struggle, courage and determination, not only to survive but to triumph.”

For leading Jewish resistance efforts against the Nazis in Lithuania, we honor Vitka Kempner as this week’s Thursday Hero.

#Thursdays Hero

[egipci]

Bourbon Street Parade

They drove down to New Orleans looking to buy some hex bags from an old connection, but they were out of luck. A little girl, no older than eight years old, appeared in front of the door wearing green fairy wings, in her hand a magic wand with curly plastic ribbons coming out the end of it. She ran the ribbons through her fingers and looped them around and made a motion as if snipping them and craned her neck back and said Old Al was dead forever. Dad rubbed his eyes with the flat of his palm, his mouth down-turned, his jaw clenched. She stretched her arm out and pointed her wand towards the river. She said you better look for some other guy but watch out for all the phonies.

Thanks, Dean said, and held out his family-size bag of tootsie rolls. She shook her head. He wagged his eyebrows and rattled the bag like, you sure? This is the good stuff. Two for five at the gas station this morning but he was already down to a third of a bag and this made him feel very generous. Again she shook her head. He made a show of unwrapping a candy and throwing it into his mouth. She gave him a disgusted look and took off.

O-kay, he said. He scraped the taffy coating his teeth with a fingernail, struggled some to get out what was stuck between them while he thought carefully about touching Dad’s elbow or offering some other comfort. He swallowed, fake-chocolate taste thick at the back of his throat, and looked at his dad and Dad sighed and slapped his shoulder and said let’s go and started walking down Conti, leaving the car behind, always knowing what to do, walking fast like he did in huge strides that you had to jog a little to keep up with him for five, six blocks, past blow-up ghosts in front of homes covered in mesh cobwebs and kids inside them screaming, the street narrowing in, the sidewalks getting busier. Out of nowhere Dad crossed the street and there was a beep and Dean waved his hand at the guy behind the wheel and there were startled angry apologetic looks exchanged and Dean turned again looking for his father and caught sight of his turning left on Bourbon and called out after him and rounded the corner, his hand on his dead phone heavy and useless in his pocket, his eyes trained on Dad’s shoulders, so far behind him now and between them fat Batman in gray suit and hard plastic cowl, Michael Jackson who couldn’t moonwalk, Dolly Parton with foam tits and cowboy hat, chick waddling in mermaid tail, sexy nurse, squad of stormtroopers, preacher raging into a microphone, Ghostface, Black guy in a shoulder-length brown wig and beige-colored bathrobe, three little kids drumming on upside-down buckets, vampire with plastic fangs and red running down her chin and down her neck and her sternum artfully between her boobs, innumerable sweaty costumeless midwestern couples drinking liquor in plastic cups, murder victim with axe sticking out his head, scarecrow, Neo in leather duster, sorority girls in heels, fun-loving gay dudes, Pennywise and closely-related generic clown, a second and third Ghostface, beer sweetness in the air and gumbo and a big manly hand on his ass squeezing and Eagles cover band singing the full moon is calling the fever is high and the — corner of St. Ann where Dad turned right and disappeared into one of the courtyards or up into the rare green aurora flashing over the Mississippi a hundred yards away with its sewage smell, leaving Dean forever with his candy and choices to make like does he go back where he came from or does he walk miles up and down Decatur for the ghosts to watch and laugh from their balconies or does he ask for a phone to please call my dad and even worse than that the humiliation of asking where are you where should I meet you why would you leave like that should I go back to the car?

But then he heard the shouting. A large-sounding, murderous-sounding man was cursing insanely. His voice echoed and spilled out into the street. Dean pushed in a narrow metal gate that led into a poorly-lit path that led into a creole courtyard just as Dad turned the corner on his way out and said found you and just as Dad turned the corner Dean made some embarrassing girlish sound and threw himself back against the wall, gasping wildly, his heart rabbiting, hopped up on high-fructose corn syrup, threatening to bust out through his ribs. Pressed his hand to his chest to keep it in place. Whatever misery Dad saw on his face made him grin wide and sharp. Across from Dean he leaned against the wall. Only three feet between them now. But Dad tugged on his jacket, pulled him closer. Dean tripped over his feet, into Dad's chest, held on to Dad's arms for balance. Dad said, Here you go, laughing. He held a cloth pouch in his hand, tried to fit it in Dean’s right pocket but found it full of candy wrappers. He tsked as they fell soundlessly to the ground and said, gonna make yourself sick bud, slow and deep and pitying, teasing, hot in that eye-prickling way. He pulled Dean’s jacket open and left the pouch and its mysteries inside the inner pocket then his hand on Dean’s chest.

I was right behind you, Dean said, belly swirling with taffy and four whole months since he’d last had Dad’s hands on him.

I know, dude.

I found you.

I know, Dad said, huge careful hands cradling Dean’s skull. He said hey come here, and his hot open mouth was on Dean’s skin and his beard scratching and his teeth and he tilted Dean’s face up finally and then there was nothing for it. Dean closed his eyes.

#my fic #john/dean #ughh is it fixed now #who knows #trying to get back to at least one story a month so whatever #happy halloween #all treats no tricks over here

[shittysawtraps]

Hello Sakamaki brothers.

As you're hearing this individual tape, you're all in your own tests. I've seen how you brutalise and torment women in some desperate attempt to get what your own parents couldn't give you. Well, if you all survive these tests then you will get your wish - I have captured your father. If all of you survive, you can dispose of him however you like. First, you must survive your games.

To the brute, Ayato; you use cold remarks to hide your own insecurities instead of getting therapy. You may have been abused and let down, but it is no excuse to call someone, and I quote, "titless". Your game is simple - your mouth has been sewn shut. In front of you is a pool of sewage water. At the bottom is the key to the door that will free you from this room. However, something exists at the bottom of the pool. Even I'm not sure what it is. Will you learn some humility and suck up the humiliation and pain for freedom, or cry like a little baby and sulk in your own self pity?

To the creep, Laito; to say your tongue disgusts me is an understatement. Your mother manipulated you, but you clearly learned nothing. So, in front of you is a scale - after a certain amount of weight has been added to the scale, the key to the chain around your neck will be released. Hint; the weight needed is equivalent to an arm, a leg, a tongue and a certain something else. Will you finally move past your mother's lies, or will you continue to entertain her deranged games?

To the brat, Kanato; you witnessed horrible things. You have the easiest trap, so you better be grateful. In your room are sound detectors - anything past 80 decibels will trigger bombs in your room, leaving you a burnt crisp. That means no crying and no shouting. You have been poisoned, and the antidote resides in your teddy. To get the antidote, burn teddy - the symbol of your mother's influence. If not, then die in the fire yourself.

To the obsessed son, Reiji; you tormented your brother out of jealousy, destroyed his life while holding your mother to impossible standards. Now it is time for you to swallow your own medicine. In front of you is a corset similar in style to an iron maiden. You must put the corset on - like the crushing expectations you forced on your own mother. Once it is on, you must dig through the shards of your broken teacups and teapots. Hidden in the pile is a memento of Shu's childhood friend; that memento is your key to escape. After you find the memento, use it to open your door and take part in a second game. The corset will tighten and squeeze you until you explode in 2 hours, meaning you have to complete two games in that allotted time.

To the lifeless son, Shu; you were broken and abused by your own brother, and now you act more like a zombie than a vampire. If you really want to value life, then you will do as I say. In the room with you is a wolf infected with a strain of rabies fatal to your kind. That I have ensured. Once the timer begins, your door will open - as will the pen of the wolf. Run as fast as you can. Go to each of your brother's rooms, assist them. Your survival depends on them surviving.

And to the delinquent, Subaru; strapped to your hands are gauntlets that will crush your hands for every punch against the walls. Stay still, manage your anger and wait for Shu to assist you. It will be hard to do much if you have no hands to hit walls with, or threaten violence to people with. And as motivation, inside one of the gauntlets is a button that upon the gauntlets crushing your hands will set off bombs inside the gauntlets.

Shu has 5 hours to get around to assist all of you. If he fails to assist all of you and doesn't gather you all in the main hall, then you will all be sealed in and burned alive - like the fire you used to burn the physical body of Cordelia, without burning her hold on you. If you want your much desired revenge against your father, then you will all complete your tasks without complaint. Live or die, the choice is yours.

#submission #shitty saw traps

[spicywhumper]

@febuwhump 2024: day 01. helpless + whump bingo: restrained

series: lab rat (the midnight tales) | rating: mature | word count: 1,017

content warning: captivity, retraining, mentioned human experiments, blood, torture, homicide & cannibalism ideation.

sometimes, she's covered in bruises, cuts, in marks of torture in the name of "supernatural science."

Zoe has always healed a little faster than her peers, except for Zacky, they healed at the same rate. faster than their older brother, than their parents, light bruises faded in a day. bones took no longer than a week to mend back together. a scrapped knee was gone by sunrise. it has always been something she thought was neat and useful (Zoe wouldn't get in a third of the fights she did if she healed slowly like a normal person.)

apparently, it means that the Doctor could use her as a personal punching bag "for science" – not that Zoe hasn't noticed that the Doctor only does that when she comes clearly upset or pissed off. she would reek of anger, frustrated and needing something that would bruise her fingers and paint them with someone else's blood. give bruises and break bones as a way to not feel sad, angry, to not feel at all.

the worst part? Zoe understands, she's the same.

she tries to keep track of time, be aware of how long she has been here – and not think about how long she has left Sienna alone, not think that it has been months and maybe Sienna has given up. maybe Sienna has found someone new, someone better. someone that wasn't purged from the family line (despite being, tragically, the only daughter of an only son). someone who doesn't have violent grief and whose base emotion isn't anger.

Zoe thinks she might fit better with the Doctor.

the situation calls for agony, loneliness, hopelessness, fear, and pain. it all boils deep in her stomach and fills her chest cavity with anger, with hatred. she looks at the doctor and doesn't feel scared, she feels it crawling under her skin, the itch on her muscles, the urge to punch and rip and break. she wants to see the Doctor's face smashed by her knuckles, blood and brain scattered on the concrete floor.

grab her shoulder and pin her down. Doctor wants her to not be human? so she fantasizes about having those razor sharp claws, and fangs that don't fit a human face, that Sienna does when she's upset enough to half-shift. she fantasizes about carving the Doctor empty and shower in her blood. she'll feast on her entrails and laugh like a psycho as she does.

Zoe thinks that whatever the Doctor has been doing to her, must be working, because she salivates with the thought of eating a person's flesh.

but it doesn't matter.

it doesn't matter because she's chained, locked, restrained like a wild, unhinged, feral animal. lately, the Doctor had decided to keep her muzzled a lot of the time. perhaps because she spent seven days without feeding Zoe, almost lost a hand when she pushed the bowl with dirt colored oatmeal through the cage's bars.

the new protocol is to push a needle full of tranquilizer into Zoe's neck before taking off the muzzle. Zoe thinks it's annoying, and must be annoying for the Doctor too. she has to spoon-feed her, make sure she doesn't choke on this shit that looks more like raw sewage than anything edible. it takes bitter, acid, and too salty.

(her tongue craves for warm, metallic, and sweet blood and tender flesh.)

the sedatives make breathing harder, her throat barely strong enough to gulp, the Doctor gives her tiny portions and watches carefully. it takes a whole hour to feed Zoe. it's the most humiliating hour of the day. held up like a half-dead thing, incapable of doing anything on her own.

(she doesn't think that this is very similar to what would have happened if Zacky survived.

if his head head turned just a little less.)

Doctor puts more tranquilizer into her neck, aware of how fast it wears off, before undressing her. it doesn't look like the Doctor had tortured her just yesterday. her standard procedure for punching bag days: hang Zoe from the ceiling, her shoulders seem to permanently ache, and punch and kick her at her heart's content. today, Zoe's all pale and smooth skin again.

at least, she can dissociate as deceivingly gentle hands make sure all of her is clean.

Doctor dries her off, dresses her in clean clothes. almost tender care, but then she's laying in the cage again. it's clean, she thinks that makes everything worse. she's cleaned and fed and kept in a clean and warm place.

but in chains, in restrictive clothes, with a muzzle on her face like a dog.

"you think about killing me, don't you?" Doctor ruffles her hair, still damp, like she's a child. "perhaps tear me apart like you're a pack of wolves." she grabs the muzzle, pulls Zoe closer. all Zoe can feel is hungry hatred. "you know you can't. you're still too human to even have a chance to escape. a hopeless, useless little human."

Zoe growls. doesn't sound human, but doesn't sound menacing either. it's in-between, it's in a limbo. like the limbo she feels stuck in. imprisoned in a reality where she's dead to the world and still very much alive.

she growls, the Doctor laughs and releases the muzzle. gets up, towers over the kneeling woman she decided to experiment on. Zoe growls as the Doctor leaves, keeps growling when tears fill her eyes and everything's blurry. her hands are behind her back, there's nothing she can do about the tears.

Zoe curls up on her side.

Sienna is stronger than her, immortal for someone who had her life expectancy in the 60 year-old mark. Dragons lived for centuries. Sienna is smarter. she wouldn't be in this situation, she'd be able to tear apart the restraints and go back home.

every feeding session, every bath, every punching session, it all made her believe less and less that someone would come.

that Sienna would come.

all her hunger and all her anger, Zoe is still nothing but a pathetic, helpless girl caught by a lunatic.

#febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday1 #whump #whump community #whump blog #whumpblr #lady whump

[eegasleega-will-change-this-l8r]

Actually I need to ramble about Fassad more akljfaldk;dkjl,kdja

Sooo a huuuge part of my characterization of Fassad is what he thinks of himself

We don't really know all that much about him: he was the 7th Magi, somehow he became distanced from the others, eventually he met the newly-arrived Porky, spilled all his secrets to him, became his right-hand man and helped him take over the Islands, then he died, was brought back as a Chimera, and the last time we come across him is when he attacks us in New Pork's sewers. And he likes bananas.

So that's the basic timeline of events, and we don't really know the details in between

How I like to read him is as someone who absolutely hated his station in life Locria had to be content with just being another Magi, living immortally on an island where everyone's equal and happy with basically nothing to their name

And then Porky showed up, and he found someone who had known a completely different way of life A system where the strong and powerful get to stand rightfully above everybody else He could see Porky's empire in his dreams, and he wanted it

So Locria spilled everything to Porky. He knew how they could wrench rulership over all of existence out of the Islands, and he and Porky spent ages scheming and planning until they created their perfect plan for total domination.

And in doing so, Locria became Porky's most trusted servant, his confidant, his bestest friend. The world was Porky's playset, and Locria would enjoy his place as Porky's playmate. Equals.

So Porky went and built his empire, and Locria reinvented himself as Fassad, the most important man in the Pigmask Army only below King P himself.

And then, right at the height of their glory, everything fell apart. All it took was a single wrong step. Literally. He just stepped on a banana peel and plummeted several hundred feet to a rather sudden end to his career.

Of course, dying doesn't mean much to the Pigmasks. Under King P's orders, Fassad was reconstructed. But he'd been replaced. The Pigmasks still listened to him, but he found himself underneath the new Commander. The Masked Man had swooped in and established himself as more competent, more efficient, and more respected. Even King P preferred this toy over his old friend.

So Fassad tried his best to regain his honour (EDIT: ohhh my GOD his battle theme is literally called HUSTLE FOR PRIDE) He even got his hands dirty and took on Lucas and his friends at Phrygia's needle. But he failed, and everything got even worse. He was reconstructed again, this time as a humiliation, and tossed aside. And he finally realized:

He wasn't Porky's friend.

He was just another toy.

He broke, and now he didn't interest Porky anymore. He'd found a newer, shinier toy to dote over.

When he attacks Lucas for the final time, out of hatred and desperation rather than for any hope of proving his worth, he once again fails. His jets give out, he plummets into the sewage of New Pork City, and the King takes no notice whatsoever of him. He's left there, all alone, completely and utterly wretched.

#earthbound #mother 3 #mother series #fassad #emilyramblings #you know what maybe i do feel bad for fassad #absolutely everything that happens to him is a result of his own greed #but still #in my opinion i feel like he also felt distanced from the other magi #like that they didn't like him #and that's why he completely separated himself from them and ended up siding with porky #but they really did care about him #it's clear they're worried about how he is and what happened to him in the game #no wonder he ended up befriending porky #both total disasters of insecurity and bitterness

[eaglesnick]

I’m Alright Jack!

Do you remember the Leveson inquiry into press standards, which cost the UK taxpayer almost £4 million? The inquiry was divided into two parts and the final report of Part One, which investigated whether the existing Press Complaints Commission was fit for purpose, decided a new, independent, statutory complaints procedure should  be set up to replace it.

Tory PM David Cameron, who had set up the inquiry, refused to implement the recommendations and the British press continues to be both judge and jury of its own behaviour.

The second part of the Leveson inquiry was to investigate “"the extent of unlawful or improper conduct within News International, other media organisations, and whether the police received corrupt payments or were otherwise complicit in misconduct."

David Cameron cancelled the second part of the inquiry and News International was never investigated.

The Murdock family owns news International, now known as News Corporation. The Murdock family also own Fox Corporation in the USA and were recently in the headlines when they made a $787.5m payout to Dominion for deliberately and knowingly spreading false information about the company after the 2020 US election. 

Dominion, by paying an out of court settlement, allowed the Murdock’s to avoid an in-depth scrutiny of their libellous actions.

The Guardian (19/04/23) had this to say: 

“…while Fox doled out an unprecedented sum, they were able to avoid something priceless: the public humiliation of a trial and an apology.”

Today we learn that something very similar has happened here in England. Prince William has apparently settled a phone-hacking claim against the Murdock group, for a "very large sum" of money.

If this is true it tells us as much about Prince William as it does the about the unsavoury behaviour of the Murdock news empire. I would have hoped that Prince William, our future king, would have had the moral backbone to take Murdock’s News Group Newspapers to court so that if they had been behaving illegally their actions could be publicly exposed. Alas, it seems Prince William lacked the moral courage necessary and preferred instead to take the money and run. A future king should have the well being of his subjects uppermost in his mind but in this instance monetary self-interest seems to have won out over moral responsibility.

As one newspaper said about the Dominion settlement, the multimillion-dollar pay-out for the Murdock’s was just the price for doing business. Much in the same way British water companies illegally dump sewage into our rivers and seas because it is cheaper to do this than pay for modernising treatment plants, so unscrupulous newspapers and media outlets will continue to engage in illegal practices and peddle half-truths and lies until they are brought to public account in the British courts.

#uk politics #murdock #news corp #prince willaim #accountability #settlements #selfishness #morality

[wisdomfish]

Very deep waters indeed!

The Bible is our only safe source of knowledge about God—and it requires thinking. God’s persistent invitation in every age remains: “‘Come now, let us reason together,’ says the Lord” (Isaiah 1:18)…

From one angle then, everything in Job’s story was God, God, God. Nothing happened that God didn’t decree. But see how this played out. Satan acted freely; no one forced his hand. His motive was raw mischief—he wanted to wreck Job’s life and humiliate God. God’s reaction to the devil was merely to lengthen his leash. If Hollywood were to do the movie version, it would have God replying to Satan: “Do what you’ve gotta do.” The tone would be inaccurate and disrespectful, but not the basic idea that Satan contrived the scheme of his own accord, from the sewage in his own heart. It was similar with the Sabeans and Chaldeans. They didn’t start their day with private devotions, seeking God’s guidance, learning that he wanted Job’s herds stolen and servants butchered, and riding off on a holy crusade. They were just a bunch of good ol’ boys enjoying a drunken looting spree, savoring life’s simple pleasures. No divine arm-twisting there. As for nature, it got up on the wrong side of the bed as it often does, helped along by Satan in a manner we aren’t privy to. It got to howling and blustering—tossing some fire crackers, crumbling some buildings, flying man and beast. It didn’t know the difference. As far as science is concerned, nature didn’t color outside the lines that day. Following the laws of high-and-low pressure systems, electrical charges, and other scientific principles that nature itself didn’t understand, nature just…shall we say it?…acted naturally.

So let’s get our finger out of God’s face. His decree made room for it, but he didn’t do it. He became a stowaway on Satan’s bus, erecting invisible fences around Satan’s fury and bringing ultimate good out of Lucifer’s very wickedness. He exploited the deliberate evil of some very bad characters and the impersonal evil of some very bad storms without smothering anyone or anything. He forced no one’s hand, bypassed no one’s will, and (to our knowledge) suspended no natural laws.

These are deep waters: God decreeing but not necessarily doing, God exploiting but not smothering.

~ Joni Eareckson Tada

#job #satan #hollywood #tone #version #accord #crusade #beast #cracker #weather #nature #stowaway

[lll-15]

resistance during the holocaust

As the Jewish People have been constantly discriminated against throughout history, they have worked hard to regain a sense of community, unity, and strength that can last through the generations. The Nazi Party redefined what antisemitism was, as they created a complex and calculated government-backed strategy to dehumanize the Jews. Exhibits in Yad Vashem explored the Nazi propaganda used to spread the message that Jews were not a religious group, but an evil race struggling for world domination. While the Nazi Party tortured and killed much of the European Jewish population for years, others were fighting for their lives within the ghettos and camps, and survived. The Ghetto Fighters Museum examined how people in the Warsaw Ghetto survived, along with how survivors worked hard to reestablish a Jewish community. The dehumanization of the Nazi party led to a catastrophe against the Jewish population, although through perseverance, the Jews were able to survive, and continue spreading Jewish ideology l’dor v’dor. 

After the passing of the Enabling Act of 1933, Adolf Hitler began isolating Jews from society through propaganda, boycotts, and the Nuremberg Laws, as the government was not only condemning but legalizing antisemitism throughout Germany. After Germany initiated World War 2 by invading Poland in 1939, they almost immediately began establishing numerous Death Camps and Concentration Camps throughout German-occupied Europe, along with Ghettos to segregate the Jewish communities “temporarily” from the non-Jewish population. As they were forced out of their homes and placed into a small walled-in Ghetto with up to 400,000 people, their individuality was left behind as their property was seized by the Nazis. The Ghetto Fighters Museum had numerous exhibits displaying the horrific conditions inside the Warsaw Ghetto, including overcrowding and starvation. The forced labor and food ration of 180 calories a day led to an extremely high mortality rate within the ghetto. The Nazi’s brutal consequences often ended up in public executions within the Ghetto, but many of the bodies on the street belonged to inhabitants that perished due to the inhumane conditions of the Ghetto itself. The fight between life and death was constant, as the living conditions inside of the Ghetto were deteriorating every day, and the Nazi Regime continued to turn a blind eye and continue their dehumanizing behaviors. 

All Ghettos were strategically placed near train tracks, where the Nazis would overcrowed each car with people as they were blindly transported to concentration camps. The Nazi Regime established a massive system of 40,000 concentration camps spread across Europe, and as far south as North Africa. Even the camps with primitive living conditions were atrocious, as up to 1000 people would be forced into a barrack meant for 250, with no heating, no sewage, and no protection against harsh weather conditions. At Yad Vashem, the exhibits regarding concentration camps displayed beaten-up uniforms, deteriorating beds, and footage of the appalling forced labor, mass graves, and smoke from the gas chambers where Jews would be forced to commit genocide against their own community. Nazi’s forced millions of people into enslavement, as the SS defined the new goal: labor exploitation of prisoners. While many labor/concentration camps were established, it did not change the plan of overall extermination. Within the 40,000 camps, there were 6 extermination camps, where the prisoners were dehumanized and humiliated before being murdered, unknowingly. Yad Vashem displayed a 3D model of what happened when Jews reached the camps; they were stripped of their clothing and personal belongings and sent to the gas chambers where they would die of suffocation. The bodies were then removed by enslaved Jews and thrown into mass graves where their bodies would be burned. As this process only took hours, hundreds of transports would be murdered a day. The dehumanization never seemed to end as even in death, their ashes were used to the Nazi’s benefit. 

Even through embarrassment and dehumanization, the Jews fought back against the endless discrimination. In Ghetto’s throughout Poland, citizens established underground organizations to unify the citizens inside the Ghetto, and make a plan to fight back against the Nazi Regime. The underground movements smuggled weapons and explosives into the Ghetto and built underground bunkers that connected underneath the city. On the final Aktion began on Erev Passover, the Nazis were ordered to burn the Ghetto, block by block. The underground movements inhabitants barricaded themselves in bunkers and resisted the bloodthirsty Nazis. Citizens fought back all throughout the Ghetto with weapons of all kinds, and escaped through tunnels that led into the forest. The Warsaw Ghetto uprising lasted around a month and ended up being the largest revolt by Jews during World War 2. Not only did the Ghetto Fighters Museum vividly explain the revolt, but it was built on a Kibbutz that was established by survivors. The founders were the last remaining survivors of the Warsaw Ghetto Revolt, and prisoners of concentration camps that escaped Nazi Germany with false identities, and immigrated to Israel, where the Kibbutz was established to commemorate their families that perished in the Holocaust. Within concentration camps, resistance groups began forming by the end of 1942, with an objective to help the prisoners survive. Violent resistance was impossible are rare, as the enslaved Jews were unarmed and isolated, although they began hiding food, dodging labor, and holding meetings. Even though many were dying slowly, groups were about establishing mutual aid, and many placed themselves in grave danger in order to save the lives of others. Resistance was common, as Jews wanted to regain humanization, after years of embarrassment and humiliation. Even though there was no armed resistance within the camps, around ⅓ of those that were transported to camps survived.

As the Nazis fought for over 10 years to eliminate the Jewish population in its entirety, the revolts and resistance against the Nazis led to the Jewish people being able to survive and regain a sense of humanity. The Ghetto Fighters established a Kibbutz that now teaches younger generations the importance of resistance, along with humanizing the Jews that suffered through years of discrimination and dehumanization inside Ghettos and Camps. Although Israel has been important to the Jewish community for thousands of years, many Jews immigrated after the Holocaust and established closely-knit Jewish communities, settlements, and kibbutzim, that assisted in the reunification of the Jewish population after the Holocaust. This unity ultimately led to the creation of the State of Israel, and allowed the world to recognize the state as a homeland for the Jewish People. Learning about the Holocaust in Israel has allowed me to understand the strength of the Jewish community, and how it has carried on through the generations. Applying this same strength that has continued through generations into my Jewish communities is a way to carry on the legacy of the ones murdered and the ones that survived. Unity throughout the Jewish community worldwide ensures that never again will a Holocaust occur without communal resistance across the world. 

#judaism #jewish #israel #never again #solidarity

[egipci]

They drove down to New Orleans looking to buy some hex bags from an old connection, but they were out of luck. This was two years before the torrential rains fell and crushed the land, before all the levees broke and a bunch of homes washed away.

They stood in front of the shop and a little girl, no older than eight years old, appeared wearing green fairy wings and holding a magic wand with curly plastic ribbons trailing off it. She ran them through her fingers and twisted them and then made a motion as if cutting them with scissors, snip-snip. She craned her neck back to look at them and said Old Al was dead forever. Dad rubbed his eyes with the flat of his palm, his mouth downturned, his jaw clenched tight. She stretched her arm out and pointed her wand towards the river. She said you better look for some other guy but watch out for all the phonies.

Thanks, Dean said, and held out his family-size bag of tootsie rolls. She shook her head. He shook the bag so there was a rattling sound, like, you sure? This is the good stuff. They were two for five at the gas station this morning but he was already down to a third of a bag and this made him feel very generous. Again she shook her head. She gave him a disgusted look and took off.

O-kay, he said, mostly to himself. He unwrapped another piece of candy and threw it into his mouth and watched his dad. Carefully he thought about touching Dad’s elbow or offering some other comfort but instead scraped the taffy coating his teeth with a fingernail. He couldn’t reach what was stuck between them, the taste thick at the back of his throat.

Dad sighed and slapped his shoulder and said let’s go and started walking down Conti, leaving the car behind, always knowing what to do, walking fast like he did in huge strides that you had to jog a little to keep up with him for five, six blocks, past blow-up ghosts in front of homes covered in mesh cobwebs and kids inside them screaming, the street narrowing in, the sidewalks getting busier. Out of nowhere Dad crossed the street and there was a beep and Dean turned to wave his hand at the guy behind the wheel and gave him a startled angry apologetic look and turned again looking for his father and caught sight of his turning left on Bourbon and called out after him and rounded the corner, his hand on his dead phone heavy and useless in his pocket, his eyes trained on Dad’s shoulders, so far behind him now and between them fat Batman in gray suit and hard plastic cowl, Michael Jackson who couldn’t moonwalk, Dolly Parton with foam tits and cowboy hat, chick waddling in mermaid tail, sexy nurse, squad of stormtroopers, preacher raging into a microphone, Ghostface, Black guy in a shoulder-length brown wig and beige-colored bathrobe, three little kids drumming on up-turned buckets, vampire with plastic fangs and red running down her chin and down her neck and her sternum artfully between her boobs, innumerable sweaty costumeless midwestern couples drinking liquor in plastic cups, murder victim with axe sticking out his head, scarecrow, Neo in leather duster, sorority girls in heels, fun-loving gay dudes, Pennywise and closely-related generic clown, a second and third Ghostface, beer sweetness in the air and gumbo and a big manly hand on his ass squeezing and Eagles cover band singing the full moon is calling the fever is high and the—and the corner of St. Ann where Dad turned right and disappeared into one of the courtyards or up into the rare green aurora flashing over the Mississippi a hundred yards away with its sewage smell, leaving Dean forever with his candy and important choices to make like does he go back where he came from or walk miles up and down Decatur for the ghosts to watch and laugh from their balconies or ask for a phone to please call my dad and even worse than that the humiliation of asking where are you where should I meet you why would you leave like that should I go back to the car?

But then he heard the shouting. A large-sounding, murderous-sounding man was cursing insanely, voice echoing and spilling out into the street. Dean pushed in a narrow metal gate that led into a poorly-lit path just as Dad turned the corner on his way out and said here you are and just as Dad turned the corner Dean made a sound, no telling what kind, and found his back against the wall, his heart rabbiting, hopped up on high-fructose corn syrup, threatening to bust out through his ribs. He pressed his hand to his chest as if to keep it in place.

Whatever misery Dad saw on his face made him grin wide and sharp. Across from Dean he leaned against the wall and pulled him closer by the flap of his jacket. Dean tripped over his feet, held on to Dad’s arms for balance. Dad laughed low and said found you, mouth smearing against his cheek. He stuck his hand into the right pocket of Dean’s jacket, cloth pouch in hand, and found it full of candy wrappers. They fell out soundlessly to the ground. Dad tsked and said you’re gonna make yourself sick bud, low and pitying. He pulled Dean’s jacket open, left the bag inside the inner pocket then his hand on Dean’s chest.

I was right behind you, Dean said, belly swirling with taffy and four whole months since he’d last had Dad’s hands on him.

I know.

I found you.

Dad said, I know, hand around the back of Dean’s neck, the other under his jaw. He smiled, said hey come here, tilted Dean’s face up finally and then there was nothing for it. Dean closed his eyes.

#42 days later— here’s a Halloween story that didn’t work #it’s too cold I think #maybe because it’s too short #maybe the bourbon street part has to be cut down #I don’t even know #thoughts and prayers and feedback welcome of course #my fic