#and we get told we love genocide or just blocked

[autismserenity]

pretty please, my fellow progressives

Could we please all keep in mind that the concept of "The Jews In General, or A Specific Type Of Jew, Controls Education, Government, Media, and/or Banking", is a longstanding antisemitic trope?

And most of all, that it is false??

No, a marginalized group does not also control education, the government, the media, and/or banking?

No, Jews do not secretly control these things and just pretend to be marginalized? No, Jews have not secretly been accumulating power since the Holocaust, granted by too-generous gentiles, out of pity?

No, it isn't better if you just mean a specific subgroup or kind of Jews. It's still specifically Jews.

It's like when people who hate trans/queer people are fine with rich white cis gay men. So they think it's not bigoted to blame "people with blue hair and pronouns" for the downfall of society.

We all know this means, "I only see some of you as human like me. You have to speak and act a certain way to count. Everyone in your group has to pass a test to get into the Good group."

Doesn't work.

Sure, it gives them plausible deniability to the people who matter to them. But everyone else can see exactly how they feel.

We've all known for years that it's bad to think of a marginalized group as having some "good ones." Rein it the heck in, please.

Because YES, all of those examples are ones I've seen implied, or stated outright, over and over, within the progressive community. This month alone.

#antisemitism #anti-semitic #yes this is about how gentiles use zionism #yes this is about how fast it went from 'this isn't NECESSARILY antisemitic' to 'this ISN'T antisemitic' #yes this is about claiming that we claim antisemitism to deflect valid criticism #yes this is part of a larger pattern of violating every progressive standard but only for jews #none of us would ever say 'people are just claiming misogyny to deflect valid criticism' #we would never claim that trans people secretly control or “influence” the government #we would never treat Ukrainians like “'noble savages” who need us to speak for them #but we treat Palestinians like “noble savages” who need us to speak for them #we know to center the people affected and uplift their voices in every other situation #but in this situation we ignore the fact that we're supporting palestinians by talking ABOUT them #we swallow far-right Palestinian propaganda channeled through diaspora organizations #while Palestinians in Gaza demand completely different solutions and support #zionists echo Palestinian solutions and experiences because we know people in Israel and Palestine #and we get told we love genocide or just blocked #this is how Hamas propaganda is designed to work. Hamas has systematically silenced Palestinians for 18 years and now it's all you know #it is genuinely terrifying to see the entire progressive community sound exactly like the alt-right while it absolutely insists it's not #we also know to center marginalized people's voices about what harms them -- except the Jews? #honestly I think that progressives listened before Oct 7 and that the “no we just mean ZIONISTS are evil” has done wonders to reverse that #let's be real the zionists-not-jews trope comes from Hamas too #all it had to do was claim it definitely meant Zionists not Jews and that it was the Palestinian resistance and progressives flocked to it #its fighters were calling home from the massacre to boast about how many Jews they had killed. it has not changed. #i suppose that the zionists-not-jews thing gave freedom to unexamined antisemitism that people felt guilty about #but oh my god it caught on like absolute wildfire #wall of words

[redheadspark]

can I get Druig with "how can you be this cheery already? we haven't even had breakfast." and "you won't stop this until i say 'yes', will you?" 🥺

A/N - YAS FOR THIS! I would love to write this, thanks for the request, dear friend!

Ray

Summary - Who knew the mind-controlling Eternal was a ball of sunshine in the morning

Warnings - just some fluff :)

Humming was the first thing you heard when you were slowly waking up, much to your dismay.

Grumbling, you threw the thin sheet over your head to try and block out some of the sun that was about to pour into your little shack.  The softer sounds of the trees high above rustling in the morning wind was the next thing you heard, a shiver going through your body as the humming was continuing.  You huffed, knowing now that there was no way you were going to be sleeping again as the bed was now shifting.  A pair of gentle yet calloused hands touched the top of your head and massaging your scalp as you wiggled under the sheet.

“Mornin’, my love,”

His deep tremor of a voice was enough to have you open your eyes, seeing through the thing sheet a silhouette of a body.

“How are you already awake this early?” You said in a mumble under the sheets as the fingers in your hair never stopped moving slowly, “It’s the weekend.  We don’t have chores today.”

“Still a good day to wake early and enjoy,” he replied as you huffed, pushing the sheets down and scowling up at your husband of 400 years.  Druig, perched over you on the bed with his tossed hair shining in the sun and his piercing blue eyes looking like sapphires orbs looking down at you.  He was sporting a thin shirt and running pants, a thin sheet of sweat already evident on his face as he grinned widely at you.

“You went running?” You asked as a yawn as he nodded.

“Earlier this morning, since I know you’d rather sleep all day than enjoy the first rays of the morning,” He teased, you rolling your eyes.

“How can you be this cheery already?  We haven’t even had breakfast yet,” You stated as he shrugged.

“It’s a nice day, and I find it a blessin’.” He replied, then leaning down a bit to graze his nose with yours with affection.  You could breathe in the soil that was under his nails from working out in your little vegetable garden the night before, the sweat he got from his rain, and something that was simply Druig, “The blessin’ of our village, the blessin’ of breathing in the fresh air of the jungle, and the greatest blessin’ of bein’ married to ya,”

500 years together in the Amazon was nothing short of heavenly for you and Druig.  Getting there was such a harsh and difficult decision, simply because you two left your Eternals family behind.  Druig went through so much turmoil and pain that night, knowing he was not able to help stop the genocide that was unfolding in front of all of you.  As his wife, you stood by him and never swayed in that choice when he decided to go off on his own and branch out away from all you two knew.  You too were heartbroken, not knowing when you were going to see the others again.  It’s been 500 years of raising a village and being away from the rest of the world that seemed to evolve and grow.  

Ajak told you one last thing before you followed behind Druig.  You looked up to her as a mother, seeing the sense of comfort in her eyes as she gave you one last time.

“Take care of him and his heart,”

So you did.

Being married to the mind controller was nothing short of adventurous.  You two knew each other far too well, from the mannerisms to routine.  He loved sweets and you loved spice. You preferred simple affection in public whereas Druig saved his affection for the bedroom.  You loved to sleep in and take your time in the morning, whereas Druig loved to rise early with chores on his mind and take care of the village before the sun would even rise.  

It was a role reversal, you being the grumpy ball of sleep and Druig being the early-rising ray of sunshine.

“Druig…it’s too early,” You said as he was peppering you with kisses and laughing as he was.  It was one of the tactics that he would use to get you out of bed.

“Will you join me for breakfast?” He asked against your cheek.  You said nothing, attempting to ignore him as he then went for the next tactic on his list.  His fingers moved to go to your sides, tickling you and making you shriek in laughter as you writhed and wiggled in bed.  Druig never stopped, keeping his fingers along your skin as you were laughing and crying at the same time.  Druig never thought of anything more beautiful than you laughing on the bed, hair flying everywhere along your face and skin, the sun shining down on your dark hair to have it almost shimmer.  To him, you were everything and more that he would ever want and cherish in this life.  

“You won’t stop this until I say ‘yes’, will you?” You asked in a breath as he shook his head.  Finally, knowing that this was a battle you weren’t going to win, relent and sighed, “Fine.  Fine, I said!  Let me get dressed first!”

“Good!” He replied, his fingers retreating as you finally caught your breath again and he leaned back to have you sit up in the bed, “Although next time we can eat breakfast in bed since you covet this bed more than me,”

“..you’re not wrong,” You teased, then being silenced with Druig’s lips on yours.  You could take his sunshine attitude every day if you could, knowing that it would lift you up and push away the grumpiness that was deep inside of you.  No matter how much you hated mornings, you would take Druig waking you up with kisses and sunshine every day if you could.  His affection was shown in his smile, in his words, and in all he did around him and for you.  

You’d happily take 500 more years of Druig’s happiness over anything on this planet.  

The End

Grumpy Vs. Sunshine Prompt Session

#druig x reader #druig x female reader #druig x y/n #druig x eternal!reader #druig fanfiction #druig fluff #eternals #fanfiction #writing #barry keoghan #druig #marvel #the eternals #marvel cinematic universe fandom #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #mcu phase 4 #mcu fanfiction #mcu

[camillescreations]

Why are people being so nasty to the ofmd fandom over our renewal efforts? I just blocked a guy who reblogged a post about the Times Square billboard who said that he hopes every single member of the fandom gets SHOT??? Who the actual fuck says that? And he's supposed to be advocating AGAINST genocide?? You know telling thousands of innocent people just trying to keep something they love that they deserve to be murdered isn't really against the whole genocide idea... right?

I've seen tons of posts similar to this, too, especially regarding the billboard. And, look, I get it, there is a genocide going on right now. No one in this fandom is denying or downplaying that. The fandom itself has raised money for Palestine, and the leftover money from the Hoist the Ads campaign is going to various charities. I didn't personally donate any money to the billboard, but I'm not going to bash the people who did. We are allowed to care about multiple things at once. And we are allowed to be excited about trying to get a show renewed that brings us immense joy without being told we're idiots or we should die. People are allowed to put money into things that they think are "fun." I really hope no one writing any of these posts has bought anything other than necessities since the attacks started, because that would be pretty hypocritical. And all these posts about how the fandom sucks aren't really productive? They just make people block you. And, frankly, they make people sadder in an already sad time. How is that doing anyone any good, guys?

I know what my morals are. And I don't need a bunch of trolls making me feel like garbage for liking something. I wish people would take the time they put into writing nasty posts that target people who are just minding their business and put it into other things. We would all be better for it, I think.

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #our flag means death season 2 #renew ofmd #renew as a crew #ofmd season 3 #hoist the ads #i love ofmd #free palestine

[matan4il]

Hi!

Ah, how do you argue with a rabid antisemite who won't even consider for a second that they're wrong? 🙃

Someone I followed posted something about Israel being a "settle colonialist project", so I tried to give them the benefit of the doubt that maybe they're just ignorant and don't know the history of the land and/or Judaism. I sent them a message basically saying that considering Israel a settler colony is super problematic and antisemitic as it entirely erased the deep link between Jewish people and their ancestral homeland.

Well this person then went OFF the rails, spouting some of the most awful rhetoric I've ever read. You know, like 95% of Israelis are just white Americans playing dress up as middle easterners and have no historic claim to the land, Jews aren't the only Semites so she couldn't possibly be antisemitic (🙄🙄), Jews and Israel are the new Nazis and white supremacists, evil murderous baby killers etc.

She insisted that she was incredibly educated on the subject (!!!) and that I was the ignorant one, and I just don't understand how we're supposed to handle people like this, who are so full of hate that they can't be reasoned with. I guarantee that if any other minority told them that they were doing something offensive or racist they'd stop immediately and be incredibly apologetic. What makes us Jewish people so different?

😔

I just really needed to vent and for someone to confirm that I'm not the crazy one.

Thank you! 💞

Hi, lovely!

Let me start by assuring you that you are absolutely NOT crazy. And I am so sorry that you, and so many of us, have had to go through this experience, of encountering someone being that awful. I'm sending you lots of hugs, I know it's not much of a comfort, but you are not crazy, and you are NOT alone.

"She insisted that she was incredibly educated"

I've seen that happening so much. I wish they'd realize this is so false and condescending. No, reading lots of anti-Israel propaganda does NOT make them educated on this. No, using the propaganda to de-legitimize and silence the people most affected by the conflict, way more than these people are, is not okay, it is NOT the sign of an educated person (those truly educated can carry a debate about it, they don't need to silence others. In fact, many times they want to have a debate, because they're secure enough in their knowledge and information, that it does not threaten them. They don't need to block out challenges in order to be sure that their narrative won't fall apart) and it is INCREDIBLY patronizing. It's like a straight person lecturing me on what it's like to be gay, except only presenting the most homophobic idea one can picture of it. It's condescending on top of being hateful.

And I say this as someone who has lived this conflict her entire life, but also works at a Holocaust museum, which researches the Holocaust in particular, genocide in general, and Jewish history, including this specific chapter. You think any of these Israel haters care that they're lecturing someone with way more knowledge and experiences of this conflict than them? With more real life Israeli AND Palestinian friends than they have? Who has probably done more in her line of work to combat hate and the path to genocide than their keyboard fighting ever will? Do they stop and listen when we talk about the actual definition of Zionism, genocide, or even just some basic facts about the current war, like how many Palestinian terrorist organizations Israel is fighting? Nothing gets through.

So the most important thing I wanna tell you is to PLEASE not feel bad if you don't get through to this person. I think it is noble and brave to try. I have with some people who I mistakenly thought there was a chance they'd listen. And I never do it from a place of hate for Palestinians, because I do not hate them. I know enough of them who are great people, and I sincerely want the good people on both sides to have a better life. I always speak from a place of looking at the facts, current and historic. I believe it matters. We can't solve a conflict that we don't understand, and we aren't promoting any understanding (we're not helping in solving it) by spreading intentional lies about the essence of the cnflict. I've been translating the docu about Amin al-Husseini, because he's someone who infused the conflict with religious hate and antisemitic thinking. If we don't understand that, if we pretend this is just about land and liberation, we will never be able to address the true core issues of the conflict, and we won't be able to solve it, and provide the good people on both sides with this better life they deserve.

That's what I can offer to you, to speak about your experiences, the experiences of those you know or have heard of, who are affected, to speak from a place of care, and to insist on truth and facts.

That said, as you can understand, it doesn't always work. Some people I've tried with, they were just not willing to listen. When they stated something wrong, and I gave them a correction linked to a fact checked source, and they still ignored it and repeated their ignorant claims, that means they don't want to listen.

Which means that this false narrative serves some sort of need they have. Otherwise, if the facts that someone is presented with undermine their narrative, that should make them stop and question it. Stop and reevaluate why, if their narrative is true, do they get so many facts wrong? I'm not talking here about something like was this specific tweet or that particular vid true. I'm talking about basic facts, like denying that Jews are from Israel, are native here, and therefore have native rights here, that can't be erased with it being antisemitic.

What's the need that it serves? There are different motivations, one person can have more than one reason to choose to ignore the suffering of Israelis and Jews, but at the end of the day, what they all have in common, is that they're enabled by a certain degree of either antisemitism, or ignorance, or both. Antisemitism can be a sense of indifference regarding Jews, our well being, our safety, our rights, and it can also be based in a certain distorted view of Jews. And I just have to say that a certain lack of knowledge can lead to the latter even among Jewish people, even when it doesn't lead to antisemitism and hatefulness. It's just... Jews are so misrepresented, so... under-discussed. You will not believe how many times I've asked American Jewish visitors to our Holocaust museum how many Jews there are in the world, and they greatly overestimated the number. It doesn't point to anything bad about them, but it does reflect that they're a product of American society, where Jews are (even culturally) misrepresented as being far more omnipresent than we are (while also barely giving us our own voice).

Sorry, I know this got long. I guess because my answer to your first question, regarding arguing with a rabid antisemite is... you try you best, with care, and with facts. But you also mustn't feel bad if it doesn't work. If people have a vested interest in not listening to you, they won't. And it is not your fault. And also, you have to take care of yourself, too. So it's okay to stop and ask yourself every once in a while, whether a specific fight is one worth fighting. If it's someone that matters to you, and that you wanna stay in touch with, it may be even when things don't look hopeful. If it's a public argument, and there's a chance that this person won't listen to you, but a third party might read your replies and get something from them, then it may also be worth keeping up the debate then. But there are also times when, if you tried, and the person is insistent on not listening, and the odds of anything positive coming out of it are slim to none, it's also okay to take care of yourself, to disengage, and stay the hell away from someone that antisemitic.

IDK if this helps, but I really hope so, and I am sending you a lot of hugs, love, support and encouragement! And if you ever wanna ask me anything in order to have that as help in confronting antisemites, I will do my best for you. Take good care, lovely! xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

#israel #antisemitism #israeli #israel news #israel under attack #israel under fire #terrorism #anti terrorism #hamas #antisemitic #antisemites #jews #jew #judaism #jumblr #frumblr #jewish #israelunderattack #lil-witchy-stuff #ask

[mintedwitcher]

The more I think about the whole Tentoo/Rose thing the more annoyed I get so I'm putting y'all through it too.

Rose didn't want to go back to Earth 2. She didn't. She spent all that time (we don't know exactly how long, but if we base it on real world timing of the seasons, at least 2 years) trying to get back to her Earth, back to her Doctor. She didn't want to go back, but the Doctor didn't even consult her about that. She was unceremoniously booted out back to the parallel Earth and told to babysit the Metacrisis Doctor, who was for all intents and purposes, essentially a biological mistake. And a genocidal one at that.

The Doctor tries to dress it up prettily for Rose, saying that "Oh well this one can be in love with you and live a human life with you, etc etc" but really, it wasn't about giving Rose a happy ending. He doesn't even say goodbye, he just leaves while she's too distracted snogging the new guy to notice (which, by the way, what the fuck?).

He also tries to guilt her into staying on Earth 2 with the Metacrisis by invoking nostalgia. "That's me, when we first met." Basically, "Get on with it, fix him like you fixed me."

It's not sweet, it's not romantic, it's not sacrificial. It's insulting.

And that's not even getting into the complexities of the metacrisis itself as a biological fact. Donna's mind started to burn almost as soon as they left the parallel earth. Human with a Time Lord consciousness. Gee, who else fits that bill I fucking wonder? So how can we actually know that Rose and Tentoo actually lived happily together? How can we know that his mind didn't start burning out as well? He's human. He's got one heart, no regenerative abilities, a human lifespan, and a Time Lord consciousness. He didn't have another Time Lord around who could block/erase the memories.

So, not only did the Doctor lock Rose away on a parallel Earth with no way back, against her wishes and with no thought whatsoever to the consequences, but he also locked her away with a version of himself that most likely died horribly and painfully very shortly afterwards.

And all of that, just to avoid guilt. To avoid accountability for what he had created.

#doctor who #tentoo #rose tyler #tenth doctor #the more I think about it the angrier I get #why does nobody talk about the consequences of this??? #listen i love ten but oh my GOD he had such a fucking god complex it was actually unhinged #(oh hey look more reasons why fourteen IS NOT TEN) #do you really think fourteen would've done that to rose? really? no fucking way

[petitesmafia]

Genuinely what did Dazai do? Out of even anime characters in general, what is so bad and evil about him? In the same anime he’s from there’s a pedophile, why doesn’t he cause such visceral hatred from people? Most Dazai haters like characters like Light or Sasuke, are you telling me Dazai is worse than a genocidal maniac or a Dictator with a god complex? More specifically, his main competitor, Chuuya, why is he considered so kind and good just because he’s not “manipulative”? Why is Chuuya’s evil actions either ignored or justified constantly 24/7 but we have to be reminded of Dazai’s everytime? Why is there such hypocrisy? Why are all Dazai ships so hated? Why do people ship Soukoku or any other Dazai ship if they hate Dazai and think he shouldn’t be with anyone romantically? Why do you even think that way? Dazai also deserves love, what did he do so evil that even a pedophile and a misogynist gets so much more sympathy from him? What exactly did Dazai do to this fandom?

Why does Dazai only need to be in love with Chuuya in soukoku and not the other way around? Why do the shippers only enjoy this ship when it’s one sided and Dazai is constantly suffering? Why do Skk shippers not want Chuuya to like Dazai back? How is it exactly that Chuuya is the one who deserves better, when it’s Dazai who keeps saying Chuuya is a human but is told his own humanity is a “joke” by this same person Dazai is kind to? Why do shippers defend this? Apparently both Skk are not perfect people, so when it’s Dazai is accepted he did Chuuya wrong which is I don’t know what exactly, but when it’s Chuuya doing shitty things to Dazai, it’s not an issue, it needs to justified somehow? Why do Dazai “stans” like this people or this ship so much if they “love” Dazai, why are all Dazai “stans” even okay with this? Why do you stan him then? Why do you say you “love” Dazai if you think Chuuya is cooler?? Why can’t you just go and stan him?? What did Dazai do to skk shippers? What is so cool about Chuuya when he’s criminal who still actively harms people?

imagine how successful you'd be if you showed this level of tenacity in academics and life instead of being on my ass for liking Chuuya

genuinely why are you constantly sending me shit still when i haven't even done anything to you or said anything hateful about Dazai. it has been almost 4 YEARS. why are you still in this one-sided beef with Chuuya and with me. why do you feel the need to harass and send people death threats simply bc they like Chuuya more. why do you claim to dislike Chuuya and Chuuya stans yet you come searching for my account all the time and doing the absolute fucking most to circumvent my blocking. why is it so difficult for you to grasp that just bc some people like Chuuya more, it does not mean they hate or even dislike Dazai. why is it so hard for you to take a step back and realize that not everything is meant to be "anti-Dazai" just bc you have interpreted it as such. you have harassed people over obvious jokes, you have harassed people when they haven't even mentioned Dazai bc you always feel the need to insert him into the narrative and then attack the person. i could mention Chuuya and the Flags and here you come with 10 messages telling me i should kill myself and slit my wrists bc the Flags are "flop Buraiha". why are you making it seem like it's about you defending Dazai when reality is it's about you not liking Chuuya. why do you not spend your time talking about Dazai on your own account rather than searching up Chuuya on the daily and making 5 million burners on every social media platform possible to attack people for posts that aren't even remotely harmful or related to Dazai. do you actually give a fuck about Dazai, or do you just hate to see Chuuya get loved by the fandom?

majority of the people you have deemed "Dazai haters" (which, frankly, you have deluded yourself into thinking is everyone besides you) don't even hate Dazai. they'll make one harmless joke or a random post and suddenly they'll be branded by you as a "Dazai anti", bc you do not know how to consume media in a healthy way, and you feel the need to project and make your problem everyone else's. there are plenty of people who have spoken in Dazai's defense of his change after leaving port mafia, about his fight in the light, yet you don't see that bc you are too busy searching up Chuuya and getting mad at Chuuya stans for talking about Chuuya. you seek out certain content that you know you don't like, then nitpick and generalize the fandom as a whole when it is your problem to deal with. don't even come here with that bitchass whining about certain people not "loving" Dazai bc the minute someone you don't like says something about Dazai, even if it's positive, you'll be there telling them to shut up and not speak on him. i have already been through your questions with you in the past so there's no point in going over them again, considering all you'll do is spam me with insults and threats bc you have no actual intentions of having a civil conversation. byeee

#ena replies #are you in love with me or something #the way you make burners just to check in on me constantly...like ok #i implore you to go outside breathe in some fresh air to clear out the cobwebs in that echo chamber you call a skull

[nervoustragedyluminary]

Some antisemite barely keeping the mask on/ someone absorbed in their propaganda being pipeline into neonazi shit without realising : "I'm not antisemitic look here's a link to a blog proving he's a Zionist! "

Person In the link :

"this guy is spreading Zionist propaganda and says that Palestinians are Arab colonialists and says to put 'support Israel in your bio

I'm not calling him a Zionist though , also don't trust Jewish people when they talk about antisemitism because that's how the Zionists get you with their propaganda you can't trust Jewish people talking about antisemitism because of the existence of people who say its antisemitic to not support Israels crimes against Palestine "

The screenshots:

don't show that just a collection of Jewish people talking about " wow people are using the I/P" war"as an excuse to be antisemitic and goym are eagerly jumping in and claiming Jewish people are Zionists as an excuse for their antisemitic shit "

Like you're not immune to antisemitic propaganda, nor islamophobic propaganda claiming that Jewish and Palestinians have no mutual goals and are all hivemind enemies of each other and that no Jewish Palestinians exist and that no Jewish non Palestinians have empathy or care for the Palestinian people when a lot of the loudest longest advocates against the apartheid have been Jewish people

"the reason Zionists have gotten as far as they have is that they can use antisemitism as a defence" is pretty antisemitic and erasing the christofacists who want their prophecy to be fulfilled by Palestine being eliminated and are a much larger more powerful majority the world over than Jewish people

"focusing on Jewish suffering alone" is also blatantly false but antisemites never let the truth get in the way of their lies

"Calling out antisemitism is bad and means you support genocide" as the use of these screenshots the op has taken as "evidence of Zionist propaganda" suggest sure is a choice

I mean yeah "pro Israel" looks sus if you divorce it from "it is a call and a reminder that Jews will always survive" context like you can not like the tone but I fail to see"pro Bibi we love genocide" in a message that's basically "hey a bunch of people in the only Jewish country were murdered and taken hostage and we can condemn that and mourn for those lost while also condemning the apartied and genocide of Palestine and mourning for those lost..... but antisemites are using this as an excuse to celebrate and call for all Jewish people in Israel to be genocided and many people seem to be throwing aside their leftism to join in where they see antisemitism as justified"

Like this isn't a sports team thing this is people's lives and families and there very much are antisemites who talk about "abolishing Israel" when what they mean is "kill all the Jewish people in Israel to keep all the Jewish people in the world in line because we've brought into antisemitic conspiracy theories about Jewish people having all the power and riches and controlling the media"

And you need to realise that and not treat this like it's a freaking soortsball "good team versus the evil jew-i mean ((Zionists))"

Like the OP is literally called fiteclub and seems to behave as if tumblr is a place for "fighting"\ harassment and takes glee in it which is why I had the OP blocked for a while because I got sick of seeing the constant harassing replies to @transmascpetewentz whenever he posted anything...like harassing people on Tumblr isn't activism and doesn't save lives let alone justifying harassment campaigns where people are being told to suicide and people are saying "this specific individual needs to be ended for the good of trans unity uwu but trust me I'm totes against transphobic dogpiles and hate campaigns based on misinfo" it's hypocritical as fuck and the antisemitism and transphobia are transparent as fuck

#Antisemitism #Sorry for tagging you in this just there's someone talking about you spreading this shit and I wanted to help debunk it #Ritz #Ritz apparently has a HISTORY of antisemitism unironically uses the phrase “mogai hell” in 2024 #Also aphobia because ofc just hanging out in the terf pipeline while claiming that harassing trans men is supporting trans women #Just block these antisemites don't interact

[fem-blade-adept]

Hey can you point me to one of the places where JK Rowling said she wants trans people dead? I want it for reference and I’m having trouble finding anything

Lovely when people don’t understand political lobbying.

Why would she say that outright? Why would republicans say that outright? Why would anyone say they want trans people dead outright?

They wouldn’t and there is a reason for that. They want people to agree with them so they hide their true opinions behind political speech.

She calls us fake. She calls us not normal. She treats us like we’re crazy to get everyone to believe that we are threatening a “way of life” or that we’re a danger to the status quo of the beliefs in a gender binary so that people start treating us like the enemy.

Then come the bills. Illegal to get gender affirming surgery. Unable to change our names or gender markers. No more doctors can assist us in getting gender affirming help like HRT. Drag starts getting attacked from the government. Edicts start getting put out like doctors getting fired or their licenses removed for helping trans people feel good about themselves or parents getting their children taken away for the perceived “abuse” of allowing their children to be themselves and supporting their transness.

And then it gets worse when no one stops these bills and eventually it becomes illegal to be trans in general. People get it in their heads that now that these bills exist, trans people are put on the chopping block more and more. People bully and assault us more than they already are. Trans lives are threatened and the government refuses to do anything because trans people are dangerous. More transpeople are killed in an alley or by police or just left without work and starved. And the government doesn’t do anything because the victims were trans and it inspires people to keep doing it because they won’t get in trouble for it or if they do, it’s a slap on the wrist.

I’ve been actively bullied by anti-trans rhetoric and anti-trans people since I was twelve purely because people think that it’s fake and that I’m lying to myself. I’ve been called disgusting names and been told to commit suicide and threatened with physical violence by people who support JK’s views. I’ve even been physically assaulted by TERFs who believe Rowling’s disgusting beliefs.

A good portion of all of this hate spiraled from perhaps the world’s most popular book author past her prime who couldn’t even write a good book who decided to speak out against us and has the influence, money, and popularity to be able to fund a lot of rallying against us and continues to do so to this day. And people justified her by defending her poorly written book series that’s riddled with problematic behavior and fortifies her understanding and world views while being defended by the world as if it’s the Bible.

She does not say she wants trans people dead with her words, she says it with her actions. Just like every other person that has ever wanted a certain marginalized people dead. Because if you say it, than you are speaking the truth of your own beliefs. And people don’t want to agree with you if you are outright saying you want genocide because that’s “not ok for people to want”.

We’ve seen this before. Multiple times in human history. Propaganda, political rallying, and funding hateful people is where it begins. And if you can’t see it, you’re drinking just as much of her kool-aid as the rest of the trans exclusionary radical feminist movement and you’re truly deluded if you think that’s not where all of this is headed.

#trans pride #rot in hell jk rowling #fuck terfs #propaganda is a hell of a drug

[welpokelp8]

BOOBS!

Maybe if you weren't racist, homophobic, ableist, sexist, misogynist, rich, such a white fuckboy, transphobic, republican, thin, meaty, teh gay penguins of straight heterocis genocide fodder, and Jesse Pinkman and MrBeast's hidden love child, I would date you and let you nuzzle me. but i didnt insult you. But wait! I'm lesbian! Doesn't that mean I'm a nazi? It does! gimme that sweet rizz my skibidi Chad. My pronouns are na and zi, my dad's name is Mein Fuhrer and my brother's name is Ku Klan. I'm responsible for terrorism. So… can I slide in your DMs and get all your info? No homo… Just to join your operation? Not to steal your info? Or lolcow you? Certainly not a lesbian. Just to prove I'm not, here's a song I wrote using the ISIL and ChatGPT and my peach cream and filling for Scarlett Johannson and the bootiful cabin croow for loony troons:

(spoken voice) Yeah, hello, you're blocked I mean, yeah, you're blocked. I can't do anything about that. You're dangerous. I know, Zola. I liked you. You'll never know this pain man Everything's the same man But I'm the one to blame man For trying to play the game man (thats some roblox shit sir) Instead of joining the gang man I chose to strive for fame man Fighting all the shame man (from emo stuff) And people I see as lame man (TYLOR SWIFT MOVE ASIDE!)

Looking in the door man I'm not worth more man They all hate me more man God I'm such a bore man Crying on 4chan man (no 8chan here, i'm a real chud that only uses 4chan and tumblr) Until I get banned man Become a farmhand man They just see a man man

(Chorus) It'll never get better man And in the end they all forget her man (him cuz i'm not some femoid emo) There's nothing I can do man But to react to what is new man You'll never ask yourself man Is this a joke from hell man You can't remeber well man Why you're drowning in this well man Who put you in this hell? man Remeber being held man The comfort that you felt man (your mommy) But you can't scream for help man

That was not lesbian at all, it was so not gay, it was ultra super mega straight, it's also very male, you can trust me. I'm the most aryan nazi you'll ever meet and I will not put you on Kiwifarms (trust me bro) I'll make the klan skibidi so you're rizzlers can focus on that gyatt, i'll take a thick fanum tax out of your soyjaks geeg, keyed, moot, loool, shit like that, absolute aryan gemmed up, not coal. I can really make a mewing extremist group for all your level 5 sigma chuds. and so we can raid the furries all the furries are kids and i personally gave 7 furries expired lifesavers to biobomb them, but then i realised i still had the good ones and ate sugars. then the trans people got on myspace and i just lost it man. i dont have a trans wife! anyways I bought a cake but it had a swastika on it, so I went in and told off the german dude, turns out he was american. there are black american people? i thought all the black people were from germany and france? so then i ate the swastika cake and got all based and redpilled and then cuddled with my wife while screaming "ALLAHU AKBAR" because i like bombing her tummy… why did they arrest me? they could be imprisoning trans people for forcing good white men to use their pronouns! its extremism!

#lgbtqia #copypasta #shitpost

[majoringinsarcasm]

I read IG comments again this is a sad ramble don’t read this. Sincerely if you read this and are rude I’m blocking you lol

I think ironically the most frustrating and sad thing about all those “why other countries hate Americans” posts is that

1) It points out very legitimate awful things that current day citizens Cannot Control or Change

2) The sweeping generalizations that, while anyone can have, feel very white American leaning

Don’t be me don’t read Instagram comments but I just read a bunch and so much of it was either your government sucks, which yes it does thanks bestie. Or just education stuff and how we don’t know geography or other cultures or history. Or a very unique “you call yourselves Americans despite other counties being in America you’re so entitled by claiming that title for yourself”

And maybe it’s bc I’m black. Maybe it’s bc my brain doesn’t like rules that I can’t follow the logical road to. But. That’s not our fault.

And what I mean by that is that we only know what we are taught. That’s not a full excuse to NOT CARE about other countries but as children and into adulthood schools only tell us So Much. And if you went to a lower income school you didn’t even learn as much as higher income schools. We’re in school for 12-14 years before age 18 and then it’s either Go To College to get a job or Get a Job right away. And things like learning other languages or culture studies are only useful For A Job if you’re going into that field.

Now. I would’ve loved if my school taught other languages. We had Spanish but it was the “memorize this thing” type and not actually teaching you how the language is formed. And it’s really hard to learn a New Language as an adult. (Which is why the insistence that people speak English when they move or immigrate here is so stupid). BUT I wasn’t. We didn’t have the money for that. And as you can see by current events what history WAS taught is trying to be BANNED as of now.

This sounds so very “be sad for Americans” or US citizens I guess if ppl are gonna be picky about what we were told to call ourselves without any alternative which again We Did Not Choose. But also the US isn’t just white people. And there are many people white included who HATE how things are run. How land is stolen and people silenced and killed. How our money is used without our permission to fund wars and not given to those who need it. Many of us who might be proud of individual roots aren’t proud of the country itself. But uhhhh good luck getting Money to Go anywhere else.

It’s like being tied to a chair with tape over our mouths watching as other counties talk about how we’re terrible and live under a corrupt government and we kill people and we kill ourselves. And thrashing and screaming because WE FUCKING LIVE HERE. THE AWFUL SHIT YOURE COMPLAINING ABOUT IS OUR DAILY LIVES. WE ARE THE ONES LIVING LIKE THIS WE ARE THE ONES WHO ARE TOLD ITS FINE TO KILL PPL AS LONG AS ITS THR RIGHT PEOPLE. AND THOSE WHO SPEAK OUT ARE ARRESTED OR KILLED

A man was killed in broad daylight on camera and when people marched for him and protested against police brutality they were met with More brutality! A woman was killed in her bed. A boy was killed going to work. In front of their kids. While fleeing a crime scene. Indigenous people ARE NOT GONE they are still fighting to keep their children in Native families. Like.

I get it. I fucking get it. I truly do. But YOU are seeing an entire patchwork of people under one umbrella. We are living day to day watching people we love and people we don’t know who deserve to just fucking live be utterly crushed. We are kept ignorant on purpose. The rise of AI makes “a simple google search” an entity new obstacle. We don’t control where our races go. Our public transit is not well funded our schools are not well funded. We don’t. Have. Places to be that aren’t Home or Work anymore.

Again this is not to take away from the Active Genocides going on. Or the way the US Government is complicit in many many crimes against humanity.

I’m just saying that many many of us aren’t running around shirtless praising the place. I don’t want to. Live. Thinking I’ll be stuck under awful leadership until I fucking kill myself man. You’re looking at the shitshow from across an ocean. We live here. I can’t explain the disconnect of seeing actual suppression of the truth and education and how fucked up it is and how helpless it is knowing that firing back isn’t as easy as yall make it sound. Not to say we just sit around and do nothing. But some Europeans talk about resistance and shit and it’s like they Kill Us In Public And Get Away With It Over Here.

Idk man. They’re not wrong about some points but it’s sad LIVING here and knowing information about other places is deliberately not taught or readily available. They called it brainwashing but clearly they don’t think about what that actually entails. Never learning about the color red doesn’t mean blue is the best. You’re just never given a chance to see other colors.

[kurdistann]

Chapter 3: Now I Know How Taylor Swift Feels

On Monday, we split up into small groups to visit various professions in Erbil. I went with the group to visit two schools, but first we stopped at the women’s Council ministry. The minister talked about the challenges women face at various levels of their career advancement, the typical hiring problems you might expect, some sexual harassment issues, etc. I was more impressed by her emphasis on their pro- family values. She said there are very few out of wedlock births, so there’s not really an absent father problem. Couples get married, and then have babies. We didn’t see a single homeless person. I’m not saying there’s no problems, all I’m saying is they seem to have minimized some problems that we have let get out of hand.

The two schools we visited were just delightful. The first was a grade school. We walked into a music class, and they played a song for us. We introduced ourselves, they asked some questions, and all of them spoke perfect English and were perfectly behaved. Then the chaos started: When the class was over, we were attacked like we were rock stars! They were so excited to have us visit them, it really was amazing....maybe they don’t have too many visitors. I had a throng of 20 or 30 girls around me, asking me for my autograph, thrusting pen and paper in my face, and I autographed as many as I could. I don’t know who they thought I was….but they told me how pretty I was, how they loved my eye makeup, and would I sign a note to them. (I think it was the colorful pink dress and pink pedicure they liked, if I had to guess.) Now I know how Taylor Swift feels (except for the $1B annual revenue) to have throngs of screaming girls around you!

That afternoon we visited a high school, a public -private partnership school. Again, the students spoke perfect English. This school was established by a Lebanon International series of schools expressly for the children of martyrs, this is, for the children of either victims of genocide or war. And this is the first year the application was opened up to non impacted- families. They were raring to participate in an exchange with Nashville high schools and come to America and eat hamburgers! And their headmistress not only served us tea, but dolma that she had made!

We asked the administrators and principals of these schools what was their biggest problem? They both said, space. They don’t have enough room. It wasn’t drugs, gangs, guns, depression, social media, bullying, suicide, ADHD, etc.

That evening we were invited to a wine reception at the Consulate General compound. This was a walled off section of the city, and we had to go through a lot of security to get through the gate.  Normally, a consul general is a standalone building, but in Erbil, they basically rented about three city blocks in a residential area, so it’s a collection of individual homes fortified all around. BUT, scheduled to open about a year from now is the Erbil CG building, a standalone building, and it is going to be the largest Consulate General structure in the world, covering 50 acres. Two of our group (former mayor Bill Purcell and councilman Robert Swope) toured it, and said it was fantastic. The United States State Department is counting on this area as an important ingredient of their Middle East policy.

A lady named Povis Barzani was there, and she is credited with being the instigator of the whole Kurdish migration to Nashville. Her family was a refugee and was befriended by Bill Derrick, the Father Ryan coach, who gave them a place to stay next door to his home. If you have any connection to Father Ryan, you know who Bill Derrick is and you probably had a Derrick in your class. Ms. Barzani is my age and grew up practically as a sister to Ann Derrick, classmate and fellow basketball teammate at FR. Small world kind of story to run into a classmate’s friend in Iraq!. Sidenote: Bill Derrick is also credited with breaking the racial barrier in sports in the South. As Father Ryan’s basketball coach, he set up the first interracial basketball game. Big stuff and a man with quite a legacy.

I must take a moment to tell you about the American Deputy Consul General in Erbil, Ms. Zehra Bell. We also met her security team headed by Marc Smith, a handsome man with chiseled muscles you could see under his tailored suit. It was a little hard to talk to Marc, I guess when you’re in the security business, you don’t really chitchat very much. It wasn’t until about five hours later, at dinner, that he ended up giving Jack his contact information because Jack was interested in his source for cufflinks! Also, his daughter is in pharmacy residency in Nashville at Tri -Star hospital. Of course we invited him to stay with us if he visits her. Erbil is one of only a handful of American foreign Consulates where no family members are allowed to live, so your family is not with you while your on an Erbil post. How’s that for a warning sign? In fact, the official US state department warning sign is “Do Not Travel“ to Iraq in general. They have all begged the state department to change their travel warnings about Iraq to list the Kurdistan section as “Safe To Travel“. That would go along way towards changing the mindset/stereotype of this part of the world.

They are all on one year contracts. Zehra is going to Paris next, where her husband is able to join her there. Mark is going to Georgia (USA), and two of his guys were headed to Haiti and Budapest.

The US Consul General treated our entire group to an incredible dinner at the Erbil equestrian center, where those who wanted could actually ride horses. It was, for Jack, the tamest horse riding experience he’s ever had! Could you imagine Ibraham riding a horse like this?

[malikismindful]

What you’re hearing is a cartel boss talking to the Jalisco PD in Mexico LIKE A BOSS, and them doing EXACTLY what they are told to by him! This is how REAL GANGSTAS move! He has the whole law enforcement squad in terror! The fake thug life we listen to the USA 🇺🇸 is elementary compared to the doctoral level of danger that you hear on that call! I bet if we all were to go down any avenue in a hood near you, you’d hear about the current or upcoming gangstas from that block, who also rap! You see, it’s 2022, and every juvenile felon from 13, all the way up to their mid-30’s can rap, or has a close homeboy who can rap. And guess what, they will rap about death and destruction against their own race, but won’t talk about their real enemy! Our aspiring Black gangstas all have 🎤 skills from East Coast to West Coast, but are seriously genocidal on the 🎤! And I get it, “getting out the hood is top priority,” so if the label wants you to rap about more Black on Black crime on every song with 1 song talking about slutty sex with Black beautiful women, and 1 more song about wife’n some racially ambiguous looking bimbo, then many will deliver! Getting out the hood at the expense of being who they aren’t is completely detrimental to our race! There is nothing gangsta’ about killing your race! We live in some hellish environments, and if all that gangsta 💩 talked about don’t put fear into our greatest enemy, then it’s nothing but Black Self-Hate music at best prepping our youth for the slaughter! REAL BOSSES MAKE 💩 HAPPEN! Most of these aspiring Black gangstas just making problems! Upgrade your mindset! GET ON CODE. STAY ON CODE.🩸💣🔫✊🏾 BLACK POWER! #black.#power #love #man #woman #empowerment #revolution #race #only #loyalty #on #code #blackpeople #fathers #revolutionary #truth #knowledge #consciousness #freedom #strategy #boss #up #unity #burn #one #blacknationalism #african #panafrican #blackowned #malikismindful https://www.instagram.com/p/Cecq39kjyybuoBvRziTyUtc3kTxRPH1vfo6kCc0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#black #power #love #man #woman #empowerment #revolution #race #only #loyalty #on #code #blackpeople #fathers #revolutionary #truth #knowledge #consciousness #freedom #strategy #boss #up #unity #burn #one #blacknationalism #african #panafrican #blackowned #malikismindful

[thedaveandkimmershow]

A goofy thing that came up yesterday during our travels, probably because I was sleepy all day, sprang from the announcement you hear relentlessly at airports.

"Do not accept items from anyone you do not know."

Which my brain translated to

"Do not accept items from anyone you're mad at."

Like I said, pretty sleepy.

At SesTac, in line for our first flight, I met the man who just barely beat me out the previous morning when we were both on our phones during the final seconds of 5:04AM, hitting the check-in button on our Southwest apps just as soon as 5:04 turned to 5:05.

We concluded he must have slightly faster internet service.

Or a faster thumb.

Interestingly, he and his daughter were on on the A31-60 side in front of us while his wife was directly opposite (next to) them on the other side, A1-30.

"We're going different places" his wife told us.

Behind us was gentleman who I think works for an airline in some capacity 'cause he knew a lot about airline operations while we were all standing about whilst being delayed.

Incidentally, my first words to him were

"Are you 51."

But of a faux pas as it seemed like I was asking him his age when really I was asking him his position in line as Kimmer 'n I were A49 & A50.

So was he A51?

But, as my friend Ann likes to say, there you go and there you are.

Later, at the end of our first flight, he was seated a few rows in front of us where one of our bags was stored above. And he was kind enough to pull it out and leave it on his seat so we could grab it on our way out.

At the end of our second flight, landing in Salt Lake City, the mom of a little girl, couldn't have been more than two years old, was fixing her little girl's hair. The little girl was turned around on her seat facing the family in front of us where the little boy by the window was wearing a very Disney Goofy hat.

She couldn't take her eyes off it.

Getting off the plane, I've gotta say, of the two airports, SLC was open and light and colorful... while Vegas was narrow by comparison, drab, and crowded.

It's like Vegas isn't even trying.

Later, we catch a ride into town with a man named Philemon (pronounced with a soft "i"). He's from Rawanda and sings its praises even though once upon a time he and his family lived through the genocide there. And whatever marks that experience may have left on him... they're not obvious.

He's kind.

He's gracious and compassionate.

He has a lovely accent and speaks four languages.

He's easy with conversation and was just an all around great human being with whom to officially arrive in Salt Lake City.

By the time we're in our room in the hotel next to Temple Square, we've been beat for a long time now. Still, this might be one of those towns that closes early so we decide to hold off on a nap for now and walk the coupla blocks to the Copper Canyon Grill House & Tavern with its bartender who looks an awful lot like a super young William H. Macy with full, red hair, a full beard, and most excellent hosting skills.

For ten or fifteen minutes there we have him all to ourselves before other guests start trickling in.

He's a local, grew up in a small town south of Salt Lake City, a town through which we'll pass making our way down to Zion National Park.

He's also traveled the west coast from Seattle to L.A. so knows a bit of the Seattle 411 first hand.

Eventually, we order a pair of beers.and the BBQ.platter.that includes ribs, brisket, fries, and a tiny side of Cole slaw.

The amount of meat that arrives is so abundant that I take a picture and send it to a friend of ours to whom Kimmer once said "we use meat as a spice." 😂

Afterward, on our walk back, we decide to check out the local Nordstrom that turns out to be connected to a downtown mall, City Creek Mall.

Eventually, we find out way out of the mall, up the street for an impromptu walking tour of Temple Square beginning with Beehive house, Lion house, then Assembly Hall and, finally, the Tabernacle where I snapped a photo of the organ and sent it to a friend who's part of an organization that maintains and restores big pipe organs.

Back at our hotel we grab a ride and, on our way to Sprouts, get a very sweet story from our driver about how he drives for Uber and his wife drives for Lyft.

I asked why the split like that and he says he prefers the Uber mobile interface while his wife wanted to try Lyft and actually comes out ahead a lot of the time. They leave at the same time on mornings they drive and then they meet up for lunch somewhere after a quick phone call.

And yeah. They're empty nesters, too. 🙂

Our ride back after Sprouts features our driver's favorite slow jazz YouTube playlist that set quite the lovely mood in the late afternoon sun.

At the hotel our driver delivers us to the sidewalk rather than the front entrance and, because of that, we meet Trent. From Detroit, I think, way back when. Right now, though, from Indianapolis with his wife.

His first comment to us is "Yeah but where's the heat? because Indianapolis is in the eighties right now and Seattle's.definitely warmer than this... and Kimmer just said "How 'bout that sun?"

Why?

Because it was definitely cold and raining when we landed earlier and this is definitely an improvement.

It's sunny with a chill.

Afterward, though, we have one of the most far-ranging conversations we ever had with someone we just met. Talked a little football. Talked a little about kids and empty-nesting. Moved on to Washington apples are the best. Then talked a little Pacific Northwest sesfood. A little about truck driving 'cause he's done it and that's how he knows about best things. We talked some George Floyd. Some politics. We talked some stories about small town kids making good. A little about Detroit. A little about Salt Lake City and, maybe, moving out here. On a trajectory from Detroit and Indianapolis.

A heck of a place to land.

By the time we were back in our room, it was passed eight. Followed by powerful hot showers, some desserts and drinks from Sprouts, a CNN doc on Julia Childs followed by the first episode of the HBO Max series with Bebe Newirth and David Hyde Pierce.

And then we went to bed.

😌

[americxn]

“What happened? What the hell happened. Why do you make it so hard to love you?”

Kai Anderson x GN!Reader

This is definitely not good enough to enter, but I used the prompt from @tatesimper anniversary writing competition so I guess this is my entry? (fig, I’m so sorry for butchering such a good prompt lmao)

also, I realised when writing it that this could serve as a prologue to this fic:

https://americxn.tumblr.com/post/652835852669648896/paranoia

wordcount: 2.5k

warnings: genocide/murder mention, swearing (this is based off episode 11 of season 7)

The night air was cool on your exposed face as you took the front steps to the door of Kai’s house, not bothering to knock as you pushed it open, the warmth and light from within spilling onto the smooth concrete of the front step and pooling around your feet; having been in a committed relationship with Kai from a year and a half now, this house was practically your own. Stepping past the front porch after abandoning your shoes and jacket, you entered the uncharacteristic quiet of the house, scanning the hallway for any signs of life, usually abundant within these walls in the form of Kai’s blue shirt-clad, blindly deferential followers. 

 “Okay. A little bad news to start,” your body instinctively angled towards the voice, distinctly Kai, that sounded through the empty hall from the back room. You set off down the hallway, his voice growing in volume as you approached, somewhat confused. He hadn’t notified you of a scheduled cult meeting that evening and yet his tone of voice was threaded with the assertive cadence that he utilised only when addressing his followers.  “It turns out finding a thousand pregnant women to murder is super hard. No one will ever accuse me of lacking ambition.” He continued as you reached the threshold to the large room at the back of the house that served as a secondary living room; breath catching in your throat, you halted, your hand reaching for the wood of the doorframe to steady yourself as the meaning of his words settled into you. To murder? “So, Night of a Thousand Tates is off.” A ripple of groans and dejected sighs rose from the small sea of men at Kai’s words, quickly falling silent to allow him to continue. “But, Night of One Hundred Tates is on.” His words sent a wave of prickly dread spider walking down your spine; he hadn’t told you about any of this. Killing a thousand pregnant women? You wanted to stride into the room with a bright laugh to wave away his abhorrent words and demand for the real reason that he had called a meeting. But you knew. A terrible, truth filled part of you was all too aware that he was deadly serious A chorus of thrilled cheers drifted up from the small crowd in twisted elation with the newly revealed knowledge that their hands would still be stained with blood by the end of the night. Your breath became too loud in your ears, your mouth turning utterly dry as you examined your suddenly empty mind for a solution to Kai’s monstrous plan that you could use to convince him to call it off. But you came up short, taking a small step back into the safety of the dimly lit hall, your back coming to press against the wall beside the open doorway to ensure that nobody would be able to see you eavesdropping from within. This was too far. Kai had done many questionable, twisted things over the past year but this... this was too far. You were full of self hatred for the amount of things that you had stood aside for and let Kai go ahead with, but not this. You refused to take so much of an ounce of accountability for this. Pulling your phone from the confines of your back pocket, you drew in a shuddering, grounding breath, your thumb working on the keypad. The digit shook as it pressed onto the screen, your teeth catching between your lower lip as your gaze flicked from the brightness of the device’s screen to the open doorway at your side. The sequence of 911 you had typed glared up at you, bathing the underside of your jaw in artificial light as you craned your neck, leaning forwards slightly to peer into the room. Kai stood by the far wall, his men arranged in a neat group before him, all sitting straight backed to attention on their chairs.  Just behind Kai, displayed on the low table pushed against the wall were two silicone models of a woman’s torso, ripe with the swell of a baby within; one was positioned to the side as a cross sectional diagram, the other facing straight on, the small model of a baby in the third trimester curled up within the artificial uterus. Your attention snapped back to Kai as he took a step forwards to address the group.  “Look under your chairs, I’ve handed each of you a unique list of targets, all ready to pop.” Your stomach twisted in horrified disbelief as the men all shifted in unison, pleasure curling the corners of their lips upwards as they read the names of the people they were soon to mercilessly slaughter. You watched with teary eyes as an impressively built, stocky man who you didn’t know the name of slowly lifted his hand to the ceiling, Kai’s eyes immediately flicking to him in agitation. “You raise your hand one more fucking time and I will cut it off.” The powerfully built man visibly shrunk down into his chair at Kai’s hissed statement of reproval but timidly uttered his question of “how do we know they’re all pregnant?” Kai’s eyes flashed in impatient annoyance as he tore his eyes off the man, flicking them briefly up to the ceiling before deigning to answer. “Because Gutterball pulled the rosters of four ob-gyns, two Lamaze classes and a Momtra Yoga over on Main. Great job, Gutterball.” The blond man who went by Gutterball, sat on the front row of chairs close to Kai, beamed in self-gratified delight at Kai’s gracious recognition, lifting a fist into the air in triumph. Kai smiled proudly down at him before turning to address the group as a whole once more. Your eyes flicked down to the bright screen of your phone, the numbers displayed there beckoning. Your thumb twitched, a conflicted frown creasing your forehead as Kai continued on, pulling your attention back to him. “Manson’s family - I admire them, but they did get a little sloppy.” You watched on in nauseating alarm as Kai pulled a large blade from the black sheath at his hip with a flourish, the metal glinting in the light of the room. “Their message got lost in their mess. What we are doing requires more precision. It is imperative that both mother and child are impaled. Don’t fuck this up.” He scanned the gathering before him, gaze as sharp as the knife clutched in his grip before turning to the models behind him.  “Aim for the belly button but stab in a downward motion. If you stab straight,” in one fluid motion, he had buried the curved tip of the blade in the portion of the fake uterus just above the baby’s head with a solid thunk, “you miss the baby - and our entire message is lost.” Withdrawing the knife, he turned back to address his cult, the weapon hanging loosely from his fingertips by his thigh. “Tomorrow night, when your blades tear open one hundred pregnant bellies, you will be releasing a power into the universe. Detonating a neutron bomb of truth, blood and amniotic fluid. You will be galvanising an army.” “With their sisters gutted, women everywhere will be forced to react. They can’t ignore an injustice this brutal. They’ll have to rise up, and in their collective rage, they will train it on Senator Jackson, on all incumbents, on any of the people in power who failed to keep us safe. As the most vulnerable are slaughtered, as the pregnant bodies pile up on Senator Jack-off’s watch, we will be surfing an electoral bloodbath straight to Capitol Hill. And then… the White House.”  The collection of cult members all voiced their assent in a chorus of whoops and ovated cheers, a nauseating sense of unease dragging it’s claws up the length of your spine. You turned away with hot tears blurring your vision, not wanting to hear more, your phone a heavy weight in your hand and the decision it presented even heavier.

Sat on the edge of Kai’s large bed, your knee couldn’t cease it’s anxious bouncing, your lower lip chewed raw by your teeth. The door swung open suddenly, sending your heart leaping into your throat. Kai stepped into the room, the small smile stretching across his lips broadening as he beheld you perched on the mattress’ edge. “Hey, when did you get here?” He questioned, reaching to tug you to your feet and wrap his arms tightly around you in a warm embrace. “I only got here like five minutes ago.” Your lie was muffled into the thin shirt at his shoulder, his hands splayed flat on your upper back as he held you close to him. Withdrawing yourself from his grasp, you frantically scanned his face, heart sinking at the pleasure dimly glowing in the depths of his dark eyes, pleasure fuelled not by your sudden appearance, but in anticipation of the merciless slaughter that he would be carrying out in mere hours time. “What?” He asked curiously, his head tilting slightly in concern as his smile faded, caught in the grave despondency of the stare you had him pinned under. His tape-wrapped hands settled on his shoulders; shaking him off, you stepped away, your chest bubbling with emotion that was dangerously close to spilling over. Dropping your gaze to the floor, you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes, forcing the tears that threatened to flow to stay at bay. Groaning through clenched teeth, colourful sparks flashing through your blocked vision from the force with which you pressed your hands into your eyes, you blindly felt Kai’s warmth as he stepped forwards to comfort you. Dropping your hands, you retreated another step, Kai stilling at the look of stangled confliction latching onto your features. “What happened?” Voice breaking, you brought a hand up to press against your forehead, icy panic unfurling in your gut amongst the turmoil of roiling distress flooding through your insides. Kai looked utterly lost, his eyes boring into yours as he searched for an answer to the question that he couldn’t understand. “What the fuck happened to you, Kai?” His heart splintered at the raw anguish in your choked, lamenting tone, automatically taking a step towards you, wanting nothing more than to smother the emotions swarming your features. “I used to be so, so happy with you.” His lips parted in disbelief as you continued. “I would’ve done anything for you.” You couldn’t help the tears that spilled over, your voice pushing past the quivering of your lower lip and growing in strength, your breaths turning sharp and rasping as they were sucked in between your passionate words. “Y/n…” He didn’t know what to say as he watched you struggle to keep a grasp on coherency.  “I don’t know what happened to him. To the Kai that I fell in love with. But he’s gone now. He’s gone and I don’t know how to get him back.” Sorrow gave way to desolate fury as you plowed on, your jaw clenching as you stepped towards him to deliver a harsh shove to his hard shoulders. Kai fell utterly silent, stumbling back slightly under your touch, unnerved and unsure by the eruption of messily confessed words that spilled from you, seemingly out of nowhere. “Answer me.” You demanded gruffly, shoving at his solid frame once more. “I… y/n, I don’t know-” With a third shove, his eyes flashed in agitated warning, silently daring you to repeat the action a fourth time. You did, shoving at him with as much force as you could muster, breathing hard when he took ahold of your wrists, pulling you to him and pouring his branding stare onto you. “Stop.” Your face was flushed, plump tears cutting through your face and dripping from your chin as you plowed on. “What happened, Kai?” His nostrils flared, eyes wide in confusion as he battled to grasp onto your thoughts, to make coherence of the biting words falling from your lips. “What happened? What the hell happened. Why do you make it so hard to love you?” Your ragged breaths filled the sudden silence in the room, the roaring silence infiltrating Kai’s head drowning out all other sense as he stared down at you in cold disbelief, your eyes wild and face screwed with festering ardour, raw and demanding, your lashes damp with bitter tears. A symphony of surprised shouts echoed up the stairs from the ground floor of the house, Kai’s attention snapping to the door at his back and eyes flooding with sharp panic. He released his hold on you as the cries from below grew in volume, laced with alarm. A single gun shot rang out and it was your turn to take ahold of Kai, the tape wrapped tightly around his wrists warm under your fingers. His head whirled back to you, his eyes alight with uneasy confusion, his gaze frosting over. Bringing your face closer to his, you laid a single, lingering kiss to his lips, your own wet against him. “I’m sorry.” You said quietly, several heavy sets of footsteps sounding from behind the door as they thundered up the stairs. Kai’s eyes frantically searched yours as he pulled against your unrelenting grasp, his gaze briefly parting from yours to snap to the door as the sequence of footsteps and shouts grew louder. “But I can’t let you do this.” His throat bobbed, his eyes widening in terror as the reality of the situation settled over him. “I sentence you to rot.” Tugging at his wrists, you forced your face closer to his before muttering to him, your breath hot on his face and the recognition of your betrayal manifesting in the cold fire smoldering in his gaze: “Just like how my love for you has turned to rot.” His face contorted in rage as the bedroom door was forced open, the panel of wood swinging open and hitting the adjacent wall with a bang, several armed policemen flooding into the room. You loosened your grip on his wrists, stepping away as two of the men took ahold of Kai by the back of his shirt, twisting his arms behind his back. He shrieked in rage, straining to turn his head towards his assailants as they began to pull him from the room. Sinking down onto the edge of the bed, you locked eyes with Kai’s as he turned back to you, cool rage simmering in his dark gaze, his lip curled into an enraged snarl. He pinned you with his stare, not even bothering to fight against the men holding him as he was pulled from the room, a savage promise glittering in his unrelenting stare. A promise of vengeance. Of suffering. 

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[elonaackerman]

Is Erehisu dead ?

The answer is no.

/!\138 spoilers coming/!\

First I want to cheer you up guys. There is a lot of harassment going on on Twitter, from toxic Eremika shippers mostly, and I don’t want anyone of you to feel depressed because of it. I think that EH not happening in the chapter surprised Eremika (toxic) shippers and that they feel relieved, that’s why they are attacking us now. Every peaceful eremika shipper who wants to express his opinion on this post can do it, that’s why I put the eremika hashtag, and also to ask you guys to not be harassing EH shippers, on twitter especially. That’s not how the fandom should be. I will block anyone who threatens me.

In this review I will show how Eremika isn’t canon in my opinion. I actually don’t understand why people are saying it is when in fact the chapter just shows the impossibility and tragedy of Eremika and the way it’s just « a long dream »...I however understand that it’s an enjoyable content for Eremika shippers, but from Mikasa’s perspective only.

1) Mikasa’s dream

« If Mikasa said that she loved Eren, they would have eloped, running away from the world together. Eremika is canon. »

Let’s analyze this part. First, Mikasa has her ancient haircut, same for Eren. They are living in a house which insanely looks like Mikasa’s parents house, the one where her relationship with Eren is born. This is just an image of what Mikasa desires, something stuck in the past she can never gain or regain.

But what is the most shocking is Eren’s words: this is not the true Eren, the same boy who seeked freedom and stood up desperately against a titan when he could have accepted Mikasa’s confession.

This is not the man who pursued giant goals and who couldn’t stand not being free. The Eren from the dream says « I put Historia through hell », saying he couldn’t choose between genocide and breeding like livestock, and ran away instead. Do I need to explain that it’s just a fantasized Eren ? Eren « keeps moving forward », mostly for his people, he doesn’t run away in the woods to go fishing. It’s so wrong to think a simple confession could change all of his character. That’s the Eren Mikasa dreams off, not the one that actually exists. It’s a dream where Eren didn’t choose Historia. When, in fact, he absolutely did.

Chapter one is the mirror of this chapter, Mikasa and Eren are changing up roles, which means the reality is the complete contrary of Mikasa’s dream: Eren made his choice, and he didn’t put Historia through hell. He fought and didn’t run away from the world problems, like every attack titan did before him, and proposed to a certain someone to run away: Historia. However, Historia was the trigger, she just conforted him into the prospects he already had, erehisu doesn’t go against Eren’s character and development like the dream does. Historia and him could have run away like he asked her to, in order to save her, but Eren still would have applied his plan.

(Look at Eren’s determination in those panels, especially when Historia accepts her fate: it’s impossible that he would have turned his back on all of this matters so easily)

2) They kissed it’s canon.

Kissing a corpse is not canon, it doesn’t show any reciprocity: I mean Eren didn’t even have hands he couldn’t have rejected her. Plus, it was a goodbye kiss, expressing Mikasa’s feelings only, Eren was already dead. She said goodbye to him, she needed it. Because like she says she can’t give up on his feelings for him and she doesn’t want their last exchange to be the one they had around the table. However, Mikasa is more than those feelings, that’s why she kills Eren, helped by Levi, but expresses them honestly for the first time during Eren’s last moments. It just showed that in this world, the only Eren Mikasa can kiss is dead. It’s pure tragedy. This relationship is impossible and Mikasa needs to free herself from it.

3) But it’s an alternate reality

No, it’s a reality Mikasa created, her and only her, like she already did in the OVA, not accepting Eren’s death. It’s an illusion. I’ve hesitated about that but the previous analysis + the titan marks appearing on Eren’s face when he told Mikasa to accept his death and to be free, finished to convince me. The marks suddenly appearing without any reason show the brutal return of Mikasa to reality. She wakes up.

However it’s legitimate to ask ourselves why this « reality » appeared in Eren’s dream in chapter one. I think that the answer is the smiling Ymir behind Eren’s head and Mikasa. Ymir was satisfied, as if something she was waiting for happened. In fact, if the shifters can exchange memories, if Ymir decided to send that fake reality to Eren from Mikasa’s spirit in the purpose to get him to do what she wanted him to do, then it’s perfectly understandable. « You will die no matter what, but if you die by running away, then everything, your home, your friends, will be destroyed by the Mahrs ». Maybe that’s why Eren doesn’t hesitate to die at any moment and is « a suicidal idiot ».

It would also explain why Eren is so attached to freedom since he is born: because Ymir subconsciously influenced him by showing him what would happen if he acted like a normal person and ran away from the world problems. Maybe the Eren from the dream is the one that never was obsessed by freedom, an Eren we never knew in SNK, the one that never received Ymir’s message and yes, that Eren could have loved Mikasa and could have ran away with her. Maybe this is Eren from a past reality. But it’s surely not the real Eren, the hunter/free one, who received the attack titan, who was so obsessed by freedom and his own plan that he ordered his father to kill the Reiss family. That’s what caused him to get turned into a titan himself by Grisha, it shows that the two realities can’t coexist, otherwise Eren would not have become a titan, Historia would not be queen and everything, they wouldn’t even have discovered the truth about the world, and obviously, Eren and Mikasa wouldn’t have been in that situation from the dream if all of that didn’t happen.

That’s because that two separated Erens and realities mix into Mikasa’s dream, that it collapses. Because from the start, they never were the same. All the SNK story is linked to the Eren Jäger we know, he created it. The story of the other eren would have been the one of an ignorant and normal human.

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[miyanom]

I DON’T WANT HER TO GO

MASTERLIST | SASHA BRAUS X F!READER

synopsis: in which y/n remembers the past as the love of her life dies in her arms.

warnings: major spoilers for attack on titan s4 ep8/the manga!! major character death, mentions of blood

notes: this piece is named after a lyric from the song Flying On Top Of My Car by Limbo, it’s really good so I’d suggest listening to it!! Aside from all that, please be warned that this sucks because I’m not good at writing angst and I usually avoid it at all costs. And there might be some mistakes because I don’t usually spot them till it’s posted already jdjsjs

Was there anything we could’ve done differently?

Y/N found herself asking this question constantly. When they fought Reiner and Bertholdt in Shiganshina, when Eren sent them a letter from Marley asking for their help, and now…

Cheers were the first thing Y/N heard as she climbed into the blimp with help from Connie and Jean. Despite how happy she felt to be going home to Paradis, she couldn’t understand why the others were cheering.

They had just committed genocide, unwillingly or not, how did that make them any better than the Marleyans?

Noticing the frown on Y/N’s face as she stated at the other members of the Survey Corps, Sasha stepped forward to place a hand on the girl’s shoulder. Y/N quickly looked back in Sasha’s direction, a warm smiling making its way onto her face, especially as Sasha began to speak.

“I can’t wait to get home and eat.” Sasha leaned her head back slightly, removing her hand from Y/N’s shoulder to place them both on her stomach. “Maybe Niccolo made us a nice, warm meal.”

Despite their current situation, Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at Sasha’s antics. “Of course that’s all you’re thinking about. Do you ever think about anything other than food, Sasha?”

Sasha opened one eye to look at Y/N. “Hey, I thought you loved that about me!” She stuck her tongue out.

Y/N rolled her eyes jokingly. “Yeah, and everyday I wonder why.”

Connie, who had been standing with the two girls, suddenly threw an arm around Sasha’s shoulders. “Are you kidding, Y/N? You’ve been head over heels for Sasha since she ate that potato during our induction.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in embarrassment. “C… Connie! I told you that in confidence!”

Connie moved to cover the top of his head from Y/N’s hand as she jumped in his direction, prepared to defend the crush she had on Sasha back in their trainee days.

The secret of their feelings had come out a few years ago. They had been helping Historia at the orphanage she set up after becoming Queen, it was a sweet memory hidden amongst all the bad. Between Rod Reiss and fighting Reiner and Bertholdt, it was a nice moment between the two of them.

“This is Kaya!” Sasha grinned as she placed her hands on the child’s shoulders. Kaya stood just in front of Sasha, her eyes focused on the ground as she suddenly became shy.

Y/N smiled softly at Sasha. There was once a time where Sasha thought of herself as a coward, but Y/N knew better. The day Sasha risked her life to fight a Titan with a single arrow while protecting Kaya proved that she wasn’t a coward at all.

“It’s nice to meet you, Kaya. I’m Y/N,” she crouched down slightly to be face to face with the girl who had come to think of Sasha as an older sister.

“I know,” Kaya squeaked out. “Sasha… Sasha’s talked about you a lot!”

Sasha’s eyes widened in embarrassment as she quickly averted her gaze while Y/N looked up at her in surprise. “She does?” Y/N asked in a whisper.

Seeming to notice what was going on between the older girls — especially thanks to the blush that had taken over Sasha’s face — Kaya nodded her head. “She said you’re really pretty, and she was right!”

Y/N bit back her smile as she stood up straight, nervously fiddling with her hands as she stared at Sasha. “You think I’m pretty?”

“I-” Sasha choked out, unable to really say anything as the red hues on her cheeks grew darker.

“Well… I think you’re pretty, too,” Y/N muttered. “Really pretty.”

Connie stayed on the ground, his hands still covering his head as Y/N retreated back to Sasha’s side, glaring at the boy even as she pressed a kiss against Sasha’s cheek.

Though Y/N turned back to look at Sasha after noticing the girl hadn’t said anything for a few minutes now.

Sasha stood there, the smile wiped from her face as a stern expression replaced it. “Sasha? What’s wrong?” Y/N questioned.

“I just heard something,” she explained.

Jean’s eyes flickered from Sasha, to the other soldiers. “Quiet down!”

Connie, seeming to realise that something was wrong, stood up from the ground. “Why isn’t Lobov back yet?”

“He should’ve come up by now…”

Before Y/N could say anything else, her eyes fell onto a small figure rolling into the blimp. A loud bang echoing through the small aircraft as everyone’s cheers went dead silent.

Y/N’s eyes moved from the attacker to Sasha, who began to fall backwards, till her body was hitting the ground.

Everything was set into motion, the other soldiers moving to restrain the attackers while Connie and Jean ran for Sasha.

Y/N stood there in shock, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of Sasha bleeding out on the floor of the foreign aircraft. “Sasha! Stay with us!” Connie cried out.

Finally snapping out of whatever trance she had been trapped in, Y/N dropped to her knees beside Sasha, carefully placing her hands against the shot wound near her rib cage.

She could feel the warm blood seeping on to her hands, but she kept her teary eyes focused on Sasha’s pale face. “Come on, Sasha! Stay awake!” She pleaded.

Don’t die so far from home…

“Y/N… You’re so loud…” Sasha whispered, her voice coming out shaky as she blankly stared past the three who sat by her. “So… is our food… ready yet?”

Don’t die…

“Get a tourniquet!” Jean ordered in a loud voice, while Y/N kept her hands pressed against the wound in an attempt to block the blood.

“Please… stay with us,” she whispered, moving one of her hands to gently touch Sasha’s face as two other soldiers ran over to wrap the wound and stop the bleed. “Don’t leave me, Sasha. Please!”

Connie fell out of his kneeling position, watching Sasha in concern as Jean took the attackers into the other room.

The tears streamed down Y/N’s face as she took Sasha’s hand into her own. “Just hang on. You’re going to make it home, I promise.”

Sasha weakly glanced up at Y/N, as the girl gently placed her forehead against her own. Y/N’s grip on Sasha’s hand grew tighter as Sasha attempted to speak again, only for rasping coughs to escape her lips as she attempted to say her love’s name one final time.

There was still so much for them to do, they were supposed to have more time left. They were meant to head back to Sasha’s village one day, make a home for themselves. Sasha was going to teach Y/N how to hunt properly, she promised she would.

And Y/N was supposed to tell her the words she had ached to say ever since Sasha first kissed her at that beach four years ago. I love you. Three trivial words, sure, but words they had been too scared to say in fear of a moment like this.

But Y/N knew what she felt every time Sasha smiled in her direction, it was love.

And now it was too late...

Y/N felt Sasha’s hand go limp in her own one, causing her to quickly clench her eyes shut, unable to stop the sobs that wracked through her body as the field medics announced Sasha’s death.

Y/N barely noticed Connie leave her side, until Mikasa and Armin were running out from the other room, crying for their friend.

She shakily pushed herself up off the ground, staggering away from Sasha’s corpse. Ignoring the numb feeling coursing through her body, Y/N pressed her back against the wall of the blimp, shaky breaths leaving her lips as she stared down at the blood staining the palms of her hands.

Sasha’s blood…

The love of her life’s blood...

Sasha’s raspy breaths as she struggled to breathe through the pain haunted Y/N’s mind, and the question she had been asking herself for the last four years came back to her as she weakly lifted her head, looking between Sasha’s blood and the child soldiers who had killed her.

Was there anything we could’ve done differently?

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